A funny story that did happen that day: on the way to get socks (at Value City in like Orland Park or Tinley Park, Chicago) we stopped at Portillo's (I was with my aunt, uncle and cousin - not the groom's family).

We were sitting in their Honda Element in a parking lot eating and catching up with each other and, as we were sitting there, an old Town Car or Cadillac or something equally boat-like pulls into the parking lot, which is mostly empty, and parks (naturally).

The driver door opens and out comes a leg. The driver then spins around and attaches his prosthetic leg that he had just set on the ground outside the car. We laughed, not because the person was handicapped, but because it was just rather unexpected.

Then, this super hot chick leaving Portillo's saw it too and she laughed and Coke came out through her nose (this last line is bullshit).