My husband and I met mid-June and married the following February. Three of those months we lived in different states. People might say we worked fast, but I was just following the path my parents laid out for me.
My grandfather and his sons were truckers. They would haul anything and everything to make a dollar. Since they were on the road all the time, they knew all the truck stops and cafés along their routes.
My mom got a job at Mary's Café where her aunt worked. Mary's Café was a favorite pit stop for my dad. They had good coffee.
When you checked out at Mary's, there was a counter where the cash register was located. The counter had gum, candy, and cigarettes visible so you would be tempted to purchase them when paying your bill.
One day when my dad was at Mary's, he saw my mom leaning over to get something out of the counter. He thought to himself, "Self, that is the girl for you."
My dad must have been a smooth talker, because if you knew my mom, you'd know she agonizes over every decision. Yet, it didn't take him too many months to convince her to elope with him to Tupelo, Mississippi. Why Mississippi? Because in those days, you could get a marriage license and get married all in one day!
How did your parents meet? Do you believe in love at first sight?
This post was written in response to the Writer's Workshop prompt # 2. How your parents met. To read more zany stories, visit Kat Bouska's blog, Mama's Losin' It.