“You got a jiggly aura.”

Their story is a dime a dozen.

He was a long haul trucker, rolling in the miles out on I-65, trying to pull together the next alimony payment. She was working a tip jar at the hostess stand of a Louisville dive.

Their eyes met: trouble at first sight.

And when they sang together, he could forget the highway and she the humiliation.

Him: “You got rules for everything.”

Her: “You got a jiggly aura.”
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