“Grandpa, tell me a story.â€? My young grandson looked up at me. His big brown eyes joyously open wide in anticipation.

“Well Billy, how’s about I tell you the story of how I met your grandmother?â€? The boy jumped upon my lap and began clapping. “Oh, that sounds neat,â€? he said.

“It was back in the summer of 2008. I was working as a computer tech for a local law firm. One day, a few of us had decided to go out for lunch.â€?

“We hopped into my truck and headed down to the burrito shop. As I pulled out of the parking garage, I could feel that something was wrong. Boom! Something fell from the sky and landed three feet from the truck, opening a crater in the ground. We got out of the truck and in the sky was a massive swarm of gerbils from outer space. Their turds, radioactive bombs.â€?

“At this point there was mass pandemonium, people everywhere bleeding and screaming. I ran back into the parking garage and slammed into your grandmother. We fell in love amidst the chaos, during the Great Space Gerbil Attack of 07.â€?