I was at the store she worked at, and had to pee.
She was coming out of the bathroom as I walked in, it stunk so bad I spun
around leave, and fell. Knocking myself out.
When I came to she was kneeling over me, and I thought it was an angel.
That's what I told our daughter one night at supper, when she ask how we met.
Actually she worked with my sister, who fancies herself a matchmaker (divorced).
She gave me a number and said "Call this girl, I like her. You will too. She cooks, and changes the oil in her car."
30 years ago last November I knocked on her parents door, my life has been
better ever since.
