Saving the Runaway Bride

     Theresa slowed down to avoid the woman in a bridal gown, complete with train and veil running down the road.  She was carrying her shoes in one hand and holding up the front of the dress with the other, but other than these small measures she didn't seem too concerned with either the state of her clothes or her safety.  The train was already light tan with grey splotches from the road dirt and running in the middle of the street didn't argue much for her self-preservation.  Theresa rolled her eyes but she also slowed to a crawl as she approached the bride.
     "Do you have a death wish?  Get in!  Wherever you're going I can take you."  She yelled as she pulled alongside her runner.
     The bride slowed and looked at Theresa.  "Why?"
     Theresa rolled her eyes again.  "You're asking me why?  My why is because I want to know your why.  Oh, and I also don't want ti on my conscience when I read in tomorrow's paper 'Unknown bride killed running across a busy intersection'.  You know that intersection is coming up.  Oh and you can go faster in a car than on foot.  And if you're running away from someone,well, Honey, you're pretty conspicuous in that dress.  A car makes a pretty good hiding place."
     "But I don't know you."
     "What the heck.  Do you think you'll know the truck that flattens you?  Get in and we can introduce ourselves."  Just then a big garbage truck  approached.
     "Okay, I'm getting in."  She started for the passenger door.
     "No, get in the back!  I'll never be able to shift gears with that dress in the front."
    Seeing the bride struggling to get in Theresa put her hazards on and hopped out of the car muttering, "If you get us both killed, I'll kill you!  Take off the slips!"  She ordered.
    "But..."
    "Just take them off.  If anyone sees you he'll dine out on the story for years.  If not it's their loss.  And don't put those thing in the car, throw them at the side of the road and GET IN!"  She ran to her side of the car, slid behind the wheel and took off.
    "Wait my train, it's caught in the door."
    "See that black attache case next to you.  There are scissors in it, cut the damn train!"  Theresa took a deep breath and asked, "Now what's your story?"