The town I resided in at the time has a “health retreat” in the desert, on a long dirt road.
Babs went to it and did not want the “local hicks” to know she was coming. Naturally, in such a small town, everyone knew someone who worked at the retreat, so word got out.
A limousine came through town one day, and, well, it had to be her. People gawked and stared. Then - a SECOND limousine came from the opposite direction. (There was one highway in and out of town.) Both went down the long dirt road. After a few days, both limos were seen leaving and left town in opposite directions.
Then the horror stories started to trickle out. Whenever SHE wanted something, she would snap her fingers at the staff. She was generally rude and unpleasant to everyone there. And the two limos? She was so worried that a “local hick” might follow her, a body double was hired to enter/exit when she did so nobody would know her true identity. (Yeah, right?) I find it laughable now. Imagine paying someone to be your double for a health retreat? This was in the late 80s, for context.
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