I Wouldn't Be Here if not for That Damn Piano
There were no roses involved. No chocolates, no secret notes, no blind dates. They didn’t meet at a romantic dinner, or a hippie love-fest, or a rock concert. They met at work, and the deciding factor was those crazy union rules.
They worked at Channel Nine in Washington, DC. She was a producer. He was a cameraman. She had to put together the sets. One set involved a grand piano.
She couldn’t move the grand piano. No one was allowed to help her, or they violated the union rules.
He decided he didn’t care.
So he moved the grand piano.
She decided that that anyone who would risk their job to move a grand piano was a pretty great guy.
So she married him.