She strolled into the Piggly Woo like she owned the place. The heels of her boots jingled and I looked, but she wore no spurs. The year was 2010, of course she wasn’t wearing any spurs, so why did it sound like she did?
Her cowboy hat was dusty and her jeans were six inches deep in mud. I could tell she was coming in from doing a full days work on the ranch.
“Where are your rinds?” 
“Rinds?” I repeated dumbly.
She gave me a thousand yard stare with steel blue eyes. She sighed and talked slowly for me, “I’d like to purchase some pork rinds.”
“They’re in aisle five.”
I looked out the window and noticed her cherry red truck. It was covered in dust and mud, but gleaming in the afternoon sun was the baddest set of Enkay Rock Tamers Adjustable Mud Flaps I had ever seen.
She returned holding a bag of pork rinds, a bottle of iced tea and an candy bar.
“Will that be all for you today?” My voice cracked on that last syllable.
“No… I’d like your phone number.”
I was just a bag boy working the counter while Marie took her break. This was my big chance.
“You had me at mud flap.”
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