I never, not once, ever thought that it would actually happen.
Until it did.
And now I can’t get it out of my mind.
I’m a chauffeur, and the majority of my work is driving wedding cars. You know, taking the bride and her wedding party to church.
Then taking the newly-weds to their wedding reception and sometimes, later, on to the airport or a hotel.
So you can hardly blame me for having weddings on the brain.
As a bloke, though, it’s not the wedding itself that I think about. I don’t get all gooey and gushy over the church, the rings, the flowers, the cake. That would be weird.
It’s the bride that occupies my thoughts. Now, before you think I’m some kind of creepy pervert, let me explain.
It’s not like that. I don’t paw at the brides that ride in my car, flirt, or make inappropria
