Ten years ago today I was loading a BBQ pit into the bed of a guy’s truck. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cute girl walking out of the grocery store. I dropped the pit and told the guy I had to “see about a girl.” He said “Good luck” as I sprinted across the parking lot.
I narrowly missed being hit by a few cars and a shopping basket. I finally reached her as she was cranking the engine on her bright red Mustang. I like to think it was my good looks, but she says she only rolled down the window because she thought there must have been an emergency. The truth is, there was.