There’s always that one friend in the group who seems to get into the most precarious situations…if you’re not driving her home because she’s locked her keys in the car AGAIN, then you’re buying her drinks because she accidentally flushed her wallet down the toilet.  Then there was the time she called you from some hicktown gas station payphone in the middle of the night asking if you could come and pick her up.  You didn’t even want to ask how she got there or why her hair smelt like cow shit…and what was up with the red rubber boots?