I'm not there, thank God. West is best.
I'll second that...almost. I'm not there anymore, either, but relocated to the Ottawa Valley in 1990, where I met my future wife, during the first night shift at my new job.
I was on my way home, having finished my shift plus an extra hour, and was sitting in my car, letting the engine warm up. It was August, but as I was driving a 1982 Diesel Rabbit, it behooved one to allow a diesel engine to warm up for a minute before driving. I was just about to put it in gear and leave, when the back door opened, and Leslie emerged, and said, "...the supervisor wants you to look at my machine...", a semi-automatic negative cutter, which was stalling and misfiring.
I went back inside, and didn't emerge for another 90 minutes. As I got into my car, and started the engine, I said aloud, to myself, "That darn Leslie, I hope I never have to talk to her again!!"
Well! Little did I know that seven years, two days and approximately nine hours later, we would walk down the aisle at our church, to fomally make our vows and be wedded.