Love At First Sight

Grandpas love to tell stories. And as my grandpa tells his own love story, he says he knew instantly that he would marry my grandmother. The story he told is now elaborated in the way I like to imagine it.

Waiting in the bus station Forrest hiked up his neatly ironed trousers and flipped through the newspaper. He grumbled about the gloomy events and continued to skim until he heard the bus wheeze to a halt. Folding the paper, he picked up his coat and waited like a gentleman for the pressing line to file onto the bus ahead of him. Everything was typical. Sideways seats, metal handles, and the smiling driver. The bus gave a familiar grumble to life as they pulled away from the station and Forrest began to get comfortable in his seat.

But his desire for comfort left when he saw a fair skinned girl with jet black hair. A blue hat sat on her head and she had a quiet pleasant smile on her face that was looking away from him. Suddenly sitting up right he tried to fidget and cough to get her to turn from the window. Finally after knocking over his own suitcase, she looked at him. He smiled up at her as he bent to set his case right. She smiled back. I am gonna marry that girl. 

Perhaps my grandmother had something for clumsy men or just for my grandpa. Because they were married in February. The day after the wedding he left for WWII. They have been married for over 65 years.