Girl meets guy. Guy meets girl. Happens every day. Very common. In this particular case, she lived in one state, he in another, many miles apart.

In usual dating circumstances both prospective bride and groom have met, been introduced, formed an opinion of both parents, before the wedding. Not in this particular situation.

Before e-mail, letter writing was the best form of communication between two people, other than the telephone. The proceeding scenario is best compared to the movie, "You’ve Got Mail," minus the personal computer. The guy and girl met during a brief vacation in Texas and began a letter-writing courtship two years later.

So the guy from Texas came to West Virginia and married the girl two weeks later. She had not developed a relationship with his parents or any of his family, as a matter of fact, seen his house, the neighborhood or lived in another state. It was like riding off into the sunset without knowing where the horse was going.

The honeymoon was the drive back to the Longhorn State. Two strangers about to embark upon the world, together, after a 14-day courtship.

Before stopping at their own Texas home, the bride was introduced to his parents, who lived in the same area, a short distance away from the groom. The newlyweds unwrapped wedding presents from his family. Combined with the gifts from back home in West Virginia their house would be well equipped.

The next morning it was time to set up housekeeping in their new home, a trailer house setting on three acres of property owned by the groom. Making a good impression was important to her. After all, her home was an extension of herself. The plan of action began in the kitchen. Washing the new dishes and the kitchen cabinets were at the top of the list. First, the previous occupiers of the space had to be removed. Remember, this had been a bachelor pad. Tools of all sizes and shapes, automotive and household, had to be removed from the surfaces of the cabinets before more domestic items could rest upon those same shelves.

Several hours later the upper kitchen cabinets were completed. It was great. The shelves had been cleaned and new lining set stiff under the handsomely placed kitchenware.

While at work, that day, her husband called a plumber. The water in the kitchen did not function correctly.

Ringing the doorbell, the plumber was let in to begin his job.

Naive in the practice of repairing water lines, she assumed the work was under the trailer or beneath the sink.

The experienced plumber in quiet good order began working at his task. Not giving much notice to the direction he took she had not realized where his repairs were taking place.

In the time it takes to order a taco with sour cream and extra hot sauce, water sprayed from the ceiling. Everywhere. Water covered the new dishes and the newly lined shelves. Nothing was spared.

"What is going on," she cried.

The soft spoken plumber explained, "In a trailer the water lines are not under the house, but overhead in the ceiling.

"Oh," was all she could get out of her mouth.

Lines repaired, the plumber left and the clean up effort had yet to be done.

With water all over the floor, she grabbed a broom (too much liquid for a mop) and opened the front door ready to sweep the water out into the dry, tumbleweed, nettle infested, as-far-as-the-eye-could-see yard.

Without further ado, she turned away from the door and into the kitchen with broom in hand. With one firm shove water was pushed out the door and in front of her new father-in-law standing in the doorway.

This is one way to meet your future in-laws.