She's looked everywhere. The club scene, the health club, even church. Teri just can't find a man who will stick with her for more than a week or so. And then she saw this ... a portal to the place where all the man meat hides.
I'm going in. You can't stop me!
"Just look at them all," Teri may have said. "Pictures don't lie ... except for those nasty ones where they drew in all those lines on my face." Mistaking the whimsical picture on the front of the dumpster for a map of sorts, Teri packed a toothbrush and a change of underwear and headed off for adventure and the hot, sweet love of a middle-aged woman who's desperate enough to settle.
It was only days later that Teri realized the shoe dumpster was yet another dead end. The echoes of her own voice bouncing off the dumpster walls threw her off for a while, but when the urge to pee became unbearable, she finally accepted the rope thrown in by her daughter and climbed back out. When last seen, Teri was headed for the grown-up toy store. She's got frequent flier miles there.
