Once, my husband called me at work to meet him at for a party at HIS work-he’d forgotten about it, and although I had a dress and heels in the truck in case of picky customers, I had no hose, so I stopped at a dollar store in my mad rush to the gathering-I put on a pair of pantyhose in stages at stoplights, and the dress in the parking lot, but I got there safely, and on time...
Hahahah...those Texas girls!