It was later at the bar that Betty snapped. She'd finally had enough of Vince and his egotistical ranting, his incessant flirting with other women at the bar. This had been going on all weekend. She was sick of him.
"That's it, I'm out of here! " she(more) said, and stormed out.
Outside she hailed a passing cab.
"Where to, miss?" the cab driver asked.
"The bus station, " Betty said.
On the way to the bus station Betty and the cab driver discussed her situation. Should she stay with Vince even though he treated her like shit? Did she do the right thing storming out? The cab driver was kind and thoughtful; he was used to listening to others and giving advice to people in his cab.
At the bus station Betty paid the cab driver. Then she realized she didn't have enough money in her purse for a bus ticket home, a city three hours away.
She pondered her options.
Option #1: She could suck some guy's dick for the money. No, that was too undignified and could lead to a disease.
Option #2: She could rob somebody. No, that was not even an option.
Option #3: Hitchhike. She shuddered and imagined her partially decomposed body found in a wooded area six months from now.
There was one other option: she could go back to Vince. No.
Betty took a deep breath and went into the bus station. She stood in line. When it was her turn at the counter she told the ticket agent, "I need a ticket to Seattle and I don't have the money."
You would think it unnecessary to point out that the ramifications of wearing red and green around Christmas time are significant.
Daisy certainly knew it, but even she slipped up for once. And this was not for a trip to the grocery store or to pick up her(more) kids from school.
Oh dear, no.
It was for lunch with her fashionable in-laws.
That day, she'd put on a chic green top and was rushing to leave the house. After frantically brandishing a blow dryer in the general direction of her hair (even though she knew drying it calmly would take the same amount of time), she grabbed a coat from her closet and ran.
Too bad it was the red coat and not the beige one.
She only realised this on the bus on the way there.
This Christmas colours incident would not go down well, she knew. She imagined the conversation in her mind.
"Oh Daisy, you've decided to dress as a little elf. How cute," her mother-in-law would say. "Do you know, I think you should pair this up with a Santa hat; you'd be quite the spectacle."
And Daisy would stare at her mother-in-law's heavily made up eyes and botoxed forehead, and tell her it was an accident.
"Of course not, dear, it's nearly Christmas, why would it be an accident?"
And on it went in Daisy's mind.
Fortunately, she reached her destination on time, but in a sour mood.
In fact, she was the first one at the restaurant.
For half an hour.
That she could have taken the time to find a less embarrassing jacket on her way out was not lost on her.