Its actually quite a funny story.... and I think it was meant to be like this....

Well DH and I were fast-food neighbours (him KFC - me Pizza Hut) and one night we both had to take the huge wheelie bins full of rubbish down using the elevator. He was standing at the elevator and said 'You going down?' and under my breath I said 'no, a--hole I thought I'd take this huge bin down the stairs'.
We shared the lift ride, looking each other over, he started talking about how if the lift broke at least we could eat the scraps out of the garbage..... how romantic.

We had to go back into our respective stores and finishing doing the close, so I wrote my number on a napkin and when I finished work I gave it to him.

He called two days later, we went to my friends 21st, I got so drunk that I didn't remember anything. Two days after that, my shy DH took one and a half hours to ask me 'do you want to go out with me?' and four months later we started living together and the rest sort of panned itself out....

What a good thread idea!!!