My wife Lindsay and I met in hair school. She had been enrolled as a student for about three months, when I was hired as an instructor. There was a mutual attraction between us and eventually we started dating. It didn’t take very long for me to propose to her. Somehow, we just knew we were right for each other.
She said yes without hesitation and we set a wedding date for about six months later. Immediately we started planning and visiting the various places to set up the wedding. A couple of the vendors made us seem like we were crazy to put a wedding together in such a short period of time. However, we were so enamoured with each other, we just needed to be married right away.
Not wanting to feel left out, I went to almost every appointment; the florist, the photographer and the bridal shops. You may also find this hard to believe, but the wedding dress I liked the best, was the one she selected. She was so beautiful and I couldn’t wait to see her wearing such an amazing dress at the altar.
Naturally, since we were both hairdressers, one of our gifts for the bridesmaids was to do all their hair. Lindsay was now working at her mum’s salon, and my future mother-in-law let us do everything there. Of course, I got to do Lindsay’s hair.
That morning, I left my apartment that was soon to be ours. Needing to get petrol before heading to the salon, I drove to the nearest filling station. As I got out of the car and shut the door, I reached for my wallet to pull out my card. I suddenly realised that the tuxedo pants did not have back pockets.
No back pockets meant no wallet. Sure enough, as I frisked myself in hopes of maybe finding the wallet, it was not there. This was not a problem; I would just go back to the apartment to get it.
As I walked back to the driver’s door, a sinking feeling in my stomach took over as I spied my keys in the ignition. What were the chances that the door would be locked? In that moment my worst fear came true as I grabbed the door handle, and nothing happened.