Last summer I attended a wedding at a castle. I know what you’re
thinking, William and Kate’s of course! No unfortunately that invitation must
have been lost in the mail. This wedding was for my dear friends Michael and
Sam in Gloustaaaaa, Massachusetts. The castle was stone, full of fountains, shallow
whimsical pools, flags, and many sharp objects that seemed to encourage
beheadings. Few frocks are appropriate
for such settings, so I wisely chose my pinkest, sparkliest, and poofiest number.
I twirled the night away till midnight when my chariot and driver (my sister in
her Zip Car) came to fetch me. I stuffed myself, poofy gown and all, into the
car and after a brief stop in Boston, was on my way back to my (then) home in
New York City.
The next day my sister received a message from Zip Car, asking
her to call back right away. She did and learned she was being assessed a fine
for “leaving the car unclean” after her use. My sister, rightly so, protested,
saying she left nothing in the car and only used it to pick up her sister. The
operator then explained that the next user reported a “large amount of glitter”
in the passenger seat. My sister laughed so hard she spat, explained my dress
situation, and the fine was removed, though a stern warning was delivered to
her via email to ensure she examined future vehicles for glitter remnants when
exiting.
I think whoever complained about the glitter need a little
more sparkle in their life.
