She calls Sweet Meadow, Georgia, home, where she works for her father doing auto repairs. She also drives the tow-truck, although Sweet Meadow’s rather colorful denizens tend to treat Bertie more like the local, free taxi service. You know, someone has to get to a doctor’s appointment or pick something up at the dry cleaners.
Bertie’s favorite day of the week is Friday, when she leaves the wrecker with her father for the whole weekend and joins her friends at the Dew Drop Inn for a night of dancing. Her best friend, Mary Lou, sometimes fixes her up with dubious dates, although Bertie has to remind her friend not to tease her hair too high for those occasions. Like the time when they went to Carrie Sue’s open house, and a ceramic cow with angel wings hanging from a ceiling fan locked its hooves into Bertie’s big hair and refused to let go. She had to wear it all night, dangling chain and all.
Bertie’s nearly perfect life is about to take a downhill turn, however.
It starts when her landlord, Pete, currently a resident in a nearby nursing home, starts showing up at her house. In his birthday suit. A very badly wrinkled birthday suit.
And then she goes to her mailbox, a rubber large-mouth bass, and finds a notice from the zoning commission saying she can no longer park the wrecker in her driveway. The notice is signed by George Bigham. But when she goes to the courthouse to take care of her little problem, it is only to discover George Bigham is deceased.
And Mary Lou’s pregnancy test just came up positive.
Can it get any worse?
In a word… yes.