“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.”
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.”