It took me selling klonopin to realize that I wasn't fucking crazy.

When Jair cons his wife into funding his hair restoration, she realizes it's all for his new mistress, the young assistant Claire. The forlorn wife does what forlorn wives do - she goes on a donut run - and a chance fender bender with two young Gangstas changes her life, her sexuality and her bank account forever. This is a middle-aged white woman revenge romp that makes fun of every gender, color, creed and religious belief on Earth.