She stopped to take a shot of some swans

Her brain was frozen, but her fingers were mechanically clicking away. The camera buzzed with life, capturing every nuance, each flutter, even the hue of gray and gray.

The Radio Shack clerk pushed her away. "Can I help you?!?!?" He had a snakeskin tie, a toothpick in his mouth and cowhide loafers. "You know the rules," he snarled, "You ain't

allowed to talk to the customers until you have your badge on. He called himself Clint, and he was the hardest of the hard core Radio Shack district manager. His alligator nametag

labeled him a "Shack Hero," which may have brought him some prestige but little else. So, when the nerdy twerp came in asking about "transistor resistors," he was unprepared

by his overpowering attraction to the loser. This might be the one who will love me for who I am, like in Briget Jones., The movie not the book. Oh sure, his odor is

was repulsive. So was the sight of his teeth. Also, he had a club foot. The lazy eye wasn't helping either. You know, maybe he's not such a catch after all.

But, then again, lazy eye, club foot, and crooked teeth aside, he knew how to make paella, and Jeanine loved her some paella. So, she married him. Their children would later

be extraordinarily pulchritudinous and despise Spanish cuisine. On their honeymoon, Jeanine and her husband went to Asia to

play many rounds of Go Fish. Jeanine had won the Go Fish county championship in high school, so she easily beat her husband at the game.