We’d only been going out for a couple of months, when we were invited to one of my friends house parties. Kate was sitting on a couch on the sidelines, not feeling too comfortable - given she only knew a couple of people there. This was only exacerbated by her insistent hiccups.
There are a few ways to cure hiccups. Well, when I say “ways”, I really mean “wives-tales”. Drinking from the wrong side of the glass. Holding your breath. Or getting a big scare. I had my answer.
What’s the best way I could scare my (then) girlfriend that would surely cure her hiccups. I walked up in front her, not saying anything. Slowly dropped down to one knee and said the words:
“Will you marry me?”
Her face was priceless. Her mouth dropped, her eyes were wide open. She was dumbstruck. There was only one thing to say now: “How are your hiccups?”
Hiccups cured. You’re welcome.
She didn’t like that back then. She still doesn’t like it now.
And she definitely doesn’t laugh at this anymore.
Penned by Paul Macdonnell
Things do, stuffs get