How I Met My Husband
I admit it, I always drove a little too fast. One sunny summer afternoon about fifteen years ago, I had the radio blasting as I cruised down the main strip in our town. Suddenly, I went over something and a piece of it flew up and shattered my windshield. Frightened about what my dad would say about my reckless driving, I searched the telephone book for the nearest auto glass Minneapolis. I drove to the shop and a very nice and especially cute serviceman helped me and repaired my windshield. My dad never found out, I had a date with the serviceman that evening and we have been happily married for the last thirteen years.
