Easy! We met in the produce section. Paul was looking for a ripe jicama to garnish the Caribbean tacos he was making for dinner. I was minding my own business over by the spring mix when, WHAM! I slipped and fell on a rotten orange. When I awoke, my Florence Nightingale was cradling me in his arms.
We sued the grocery store, and that’s how we paid the fee for eHarmony...
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