Up In Smoke?

Jill swooned at the idea of sponsored transportation.  Could it be possible to actually garner use of a hybrid vehicle with a logo on it?  As she aspired, she thought that it was stoopid to waste money on cigarettes, which are SOOOOO bad for one's health, and she was glad she had left all that behind her. She was also thinking about other things she'd left behind, and kept laughing out loud at a mentor's advice to NOT to take the groom job down south for the season... he'd kept harping on. “Do you know why they abolished SLAVERY in the south? So they could bring in GROOMS.”

She'd been flattered when her new boss to be had said “Normally we don’t have someone of your intellect applying for the job.” And, she'd gladly accepted the position, partially because the boss had promised her time to write every day.


Partially as well because she was glad of the getaway.  Dustin had walked out of the club, arm in arm with the beautiful blond, right in front of Jill while she was out front smoking.  She should give up on him as well. Would the cigarettes or the crush be harder to shake? It was heartbreaking that his handsomeness was clearly on a date with a buxom blonde that was totally into him, while she was on a date with a plain, geeky, boring guy who followed her everywhere and wanted to hear her life story while she didn't want to tell it.


She made her new co-workers laugh with an imitation of the Clyde cross escape artist.  "You can be in another part of the facility and hear a tiny weird noise like a horse shoe on cement. And, as you wonder what that sound was, you'll hear it again and as you step into the aisle you'll find a huge, giant bay actually tip-toeing down the barn hall to the feed bin. He's hilarious.  The rest of his life he stomps around with his big pie plate feet making the lovely draft horse clatter, but when he's working on a getaway, he actually tip-toes!"