Last weekend we popped out to the 24-hour convenience store on a midnight necessity run. The door was locked; desperation shook our soul. And we weren't alone. Behind us approached a tuxedoed and boutonniered fellow, obviously dismayed by the locked-door situation and unmistakably a groomsman just released from his duties. "Do you know where there's another convenience store around here? I don't live in this area, and I just met that girl I'm with." He pointed to a car in which a young lass was primping in the flip-down visor mirror. A classic wedding hookup. While we were racking our brain, a uniformed guy appeared and unlocked the door, apologizing and saying that he'd been in the back room. All was well. We got our snacks and smokes, and the Best Man got, well,... More >>>