Lots of great stories here guys. Here's mine. I took a work transfer from Ohio to Minnesota to set up and manage an optical production lab. I was putting in 80 hour weeks getting this biatch of an operation working right, so any down time was a precious thing. Blew off a Sunday and went to a rifle range. This pretty blonde was working the counter. We hit it off, and all of a sudden, my Sundays became a non work day. My crew thought I died in a car accident or something the first time I didn't come in on Sunday. We were working that hard to get this place up and running. One visit lead to another, and now we've been married for all most 30 years. How many guys can say they met their wife at a rifle range?
