Our story begins with... Ketcup. Yep, you read it right. That famous condiment you plaster onto burgers and hot dogs. The staple at virtually every barbeque. Ketchup.
Once upon a time, there was a boy (well, not really a boy--he was 24 years old after all, but you get the idea). And once upon the same time, there was a girl (and the girl, being only 19, really could be called a girl). Now this boy and this girl had been playing volleyball together with some mutual friends for quite some time but had never gotten the chance to talk--they were both a bit shy.
*Until one day....After a grueling game of volleyball, the whole group hit up McDonalds for some grub. After all, it was well deserved after burning all those calories on the court, right? (Anything to justify delicious, grease-saturated burgers!)
While everyone sat there, enjoying their grease, the young and handsome hero of our story (provoked by who knows what) began messing with a ketchup packet. Now his master plan was to get the ketchup packet to explode into the empty cup in front of him. But, as you might have guessed, things didn't go exactly as planned...
The ketchup packet exploded alright.. But rather than exploding cleanly and neatly into the awaiting cup (as the silly boy foresaw happening), it exploded all over the young girl! The boy's face turned instantly red. He immediately began apologizing up and down while the girl sat there in shock. In fact, the shock had just started wearing off when the poor girl's friend knocked a whole cup of sweat tea into her lap! Obviously, this just wasn't her day! But instead of getting upset over "spilled milk" or in this case, "spilled sweat tea," the girl began laughing hysterically. What are the odds of getting pelted with both ketchup and sweat tea not even two minutes apart?
Needless to say, the boy left McDonalds still feeling absolutely humiliated. But the girl, not wanting the boy thinking she was at all furious with him, got his number from her friend (sneakily using the excuse of "Oh, I just want to text him and make sure he knows I'm not mad!"...Clever girl).
Well, the texting didn't stop. The beautiful relationship began. And a year and a half later, the girl walked down the aisle to the altar and married her Ketchup Boy :)
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