Mr. Smooth-talking-entrepreneur married  Miss. Beautiful-jealous-harpy and they became Mr and Mrs. Rich snobs. They were religious too.

Appearance was put on a pedestal and faithfully worshipped. Smart planning and investments ended up with last night's left overs carefully stowed in their spotless kitchen's dustbin.

To please their deity our heroine wanted a car large enough to accommodate her greed and let me tell you such a huge car does not exist, so they had to make do with a limousine brought second hand and carefully repainted that even an experienced dealer could be excused for being taken in.

Our hero who was too good to self-drive, hired a driver but the post was fancifully  called a chauffer. Of course he couldn't be faulted because the 'Chauffer' was given a fancy cap to complete his looks-like-linen-but-a-cheap-copy ensemble.

Now Mr. Rich snob had an affair with Miss. Dumb-as-a-doorknob and that beauty lived on the Fifth avenue. This fact was a sore spot to the missus. After many long and mind numbingly boring fights Mrs. Rich snob won and our hero agreed not to see Miss. Dumb again. This again is old history.

What goes up must come down and so, because their deity failed them, Mr. Not-so-rich-now-snob had to leave the country for lets say better prospects rather than the truth which would be running away. His trophy, sorry, his wife would join her husband three months later to throw off suspicion.

Now this arrangement was simply unacceptable to our chauffer who certainly had no wish to lose his job. Luckily for him, he had a little something which our protagonists clearly lacked. Something called common sense.

It was a dark and rainy evening and the missus was out shopping, or trying to shop would be a better description because all her credit cards were maxed out. Her husband would leave in a week so she had to hurry to see if her luck would favour her with some currency notes from her suddenly, but understandably stringy, husband.

She was dreading her peer's reaction when they found out she wouldn't be going to the spa for the next three months.

She had already missed her last hair dressing appointment and that was the final straw on her overburdened back.

But enough musings. Let us get back to the reality where she sits inside her limo on a rainy evening.

"Hurry!" she says to her chauffer. 

And there he sees his chance. "Madam, if its urgent we can go by fifth avenue, they have widened the main street and so the street wont be flooded," he says.

"Fifth avenue?!" She asks sharply.

"Yes madam, even the master was saying just yesterday how much the place has changed," he replies.

And there it was.

The chauffer just had to look through the rearview mirror into her eyes to know that his job was secure. "Take me home now," was all she said.

The words 'Fifth avenue' had brought everything crashing down. Three months away from her husband had the potential to irreversibly alter her life.

Later in the mansion which was months away from foreclosure Mrs. Harpy said to her husband, "We don't have to leave, now there are some diamonds that I have..."