I’m waiting to get the recall work done on my Chevy Cruze—financed by the friendly people at Wells Fargo Bank. So, I’m going to drive it to the airport. I’ll charge my ticket on my Wells Fargo credit card (and I don’t even remember asking for one!). I’ll take United Airlines to beautiful, sunny Miami Beach, Florida.
I’ve been about hearing about some woman down who could knock your socks off—literally. Her name is Irma somebody.
Time to go!
I mean what could possibly go wrong?