How My Grandparents Met
I’ve heard this story a few times throughout my life, but it was told again this evening, and since I like it, I’ll share it with you folks.
Back in the mid 1900′s, my Grandma, Angela, was in college. She and a friend, Peggy, had an afternoon class together. One fine day, Peggy and her boyfriend had planned to go out after she got out of class. Since Peggy’s boyfriend, for one reason or another, had to bring some friend of his, Frank, along, she invited Angela to tag along as well, so that Frank wouldn’t feel like the odd one out.
After class let out, Angela had to stay behind to talk to the teacher, so she told Peggy to go ahead, intending to catch up a few minutes later. Peggy left to go find her boyfriend and Frank.
After talking to the teacher, Angela left the classroom in a hurry, and took off down hall, so that she wouldn’t make everyone late. She raced down the hall and barreled through a set of double doors, colliding right into…
Frank.
Peggy, her boyfriend, and Frank had been standing on the other side of the doors, waiting for Angela, who was now tumbling through the air. Books and papers flew every which way, and Angela was terribly embarrassed for tripping over Frank within the first half-second of meeting him.
They ended up getting married, and having three kids, one of which would turn out to be my dad. My grandpa always likes to say, “The first time I met your grandma, I swept her off her feet!”
