One day,on the spur of the moment,my boyfriend came up to my folk's house to
eat his lunch with me before I had to go to work on the second shift at a local
factory. Earlier that day, I'd given myself a home permanent (the smelly kind)
& had set my hair in pin curls so I could wrap it in a bandana while working.
I had to leave at two & was dressed in work jeans, a flannel shirt and my steel-
toed shoes. I didn't expect him at all, but managed to make coffee and talk
through half of his lunch hour, and then, just before he had to leave, he
proposed. It came as a real shock to me for just the week before we'd had a
very special evening at the New Years Eve dance, dressed to the hilt. Later,
when I asked him why he proposed when I looked and smelled as I had,instead of
on the night when I was all dolled up,he just grinned & said, he figured if
that was the worst I could look (and smell) then it was safe to propose.
Naturally, I said yes & we spent 55 years together!
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