<p>Again, I'm going to cop some flack for this but here goes....</p>
<p>In the early 90's one of my good friends had a side business hiring wedding cars and drivers. He'd started it because he'd always wanted to own a Rolls Royce and the only way he could afford one was to hire it out for weddings. To compliment this beautiful white roller, he also had a pair of white stretched Jaguars.</p>
<p>One Saturday morning, I got a phone call, it was John, asking me if I was free from 1pm to 3pm. His wife, who normally drove one of the Jaguars was ill and could I drive for him as he had a wedding to do at 2pm. He offered £50 quid so I was all for it. Instructions were simple. I went to his house, picked up the Jag, squeezed into his chauffeurs outfit and went to pick up the brides Mum who lived about 3miles from the church, where he'd already be after taking the bride and her father (her mum and dad were divorced), and then after the service, take them all to the reception at a hotel in Leeds.</p>
<p>Simple, i knew exactly the street Mum lived on and the location of the church. So I arrived promptly at 1.30pm. I did the full chauffeur bit and escorted her to the car, held the door and closed it when she was seated. So far, so good and I jumped in the drivers seat for the 3 mile drive to the Church.</p>
<p>We arrived at the Church at 1.45 and I suddenly panicked. There was no one there! Mum looked at me and said, its at Armley Church, not at St. Barts. I thought St. Barts WAS Armley Church but obviously it wasn't and I had no idea where it was. I should have gone to the Catholic Church.</p>
<p>Lets not forget, this was the early 90's and I didn't have a cellphone so I asked Mum where it was and she said it was on Green Lane, which I thought I knew where that was........</p>
<p>It also wasn't where I thought and after a further 15 minutes breaking all the speed limits, managed to find a petrol station and buy an A to Z of Leeds.......</p>
<p>At 2.20pm, a very flustered and embarrassed chauffeur led a very angry middle aged lady into church to see the what was left of her daughters wedding service. She wasn't as angry as my mate John.</p>
<p>After the service, Mum wouldn't even get into the car with me and got some relatives to take her to the reception in Town.</p>
<p>I didn't get paid that day, my friend barely spoke to me for a month, and the rest of my friends still mercilessly take the mickey out of me about it even until this day.</p>
<p>This was without doubt, the most important appointment I missed, and it wasn't even my appointment!&nbsp;</p>
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