First, I spotted her in her orange dress, "Dorothy Hamill" hair-cut, and big....glasses. I had top secret people check her out and see if she was married.
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| Dorothy Hammil, (source) |
Once I discovered she was available, I went through her line to ask her out. Hoping for a yes, but expecting a no. She turned me down.
My second attempt, I bought some Trail balogna. I took my youngest brother with me. I took him everywhere with me--not thinking of the perception of what it might mean. And, she turned me down again.
After much grueling anguish and rejection, I decided that "three shots for a quarter" was good. If she rejected me a third time, I was done.
So, I decided to go shopping again. As I paced the floor of the supermarket, trying to gain courage, there to my dismay, stood my sister-in-law. She had spotted me. She knew my purpose. She put me in a very peculiar situation. She would be relentless, to the point of being obnoxious, that I be persistent in my goal, or she would make a fool of me. 'Nuff said.
So, I bolted to the counter for my last attempt. My sister-in-law pulled her cart right behind me. There was no backing out. In my mind, I said, "What the heck", and gave it everything I had.
To my delight, she (the beautiful, amazing cashier) said, "Yes."
I strolled out of the store with her phone number. I was on Cloud Nine.
And, I thought I was nervous before...!
