Chicken Soup for the Trashman's Soul: Couple Weds After Man Catcalls from a Garbage Truck

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Against all odds—almost despite himself—a Delaware man has managed to marry the woman he loves. The couple first met when he yelled “Hey, hot stuff!” at her from the back of a garbage truck, then reunited two years later, when he insulted her shoes.

This inspiring story of unlikely success comes to us via the wedding column in Delaware’s News Journal and our sportsfriends at Deadspin, who are furiously taking notes. The legitimately inspirational (if mostly for men) story of Chris and Amy begins in 2007, when she was just 18 and he was 20:

She had just run out to her car when she heard someone yell “hey” at her from the back of the garbage truck. Chris may or may not have added “hot stuff.” She wheeled around to see who it was and thought, “Eww, what a jerk!”


The blissful reunion, two years later, when Amy and her friend showed up at a party only to find that the party was Chris:

But when they arrived, only one person was there: Chris, asleep on the couch, under a newspaper. Jason woke Chris up to ask for help. Chris started chatting with Lily and then he turned to Amy and demanded to know, “Why does every girl wear those Ugg boots? They’re hideous.” Then he started harassing her about everything she was wearing, even following her into another room and banging on drums while she was trying to make a call.

The part where she doesn’t really want her friend to give him her number, for some reason:

“No way,” Amy told Lily.

Then comes part where she does eventually convey her number, they begin dating and fall in love. They remember their first meeting. Serendipity is not just the title of an unfortunate John Cusack vehicle.

When Amy took Chris to meet her father, Chris realized where she lived and even described her first car. Both of them remembered him hollering at her as she crossed the street.


At long last, he proposes:

When Amy drove to his house after work, Chris was dressed nicely, which she later realized should have been her first clue something was up. The restaurant was nearly empty that cold night. Dinner was awkward. He kept staring at her, but barely spoke to her and didn’t finish his beer.


They wed. It’s actually very sweet.

He talked about his love for the Pittsburgh Steelers and quoted One Direction lyrics. She talked about how she’s the #luckyone who got to marry the guy singing The Little Mermaid’s “Under the Sea” at karaoke and how her sister thought they were the most perfect dorks for each other. They were particularly happy that their flower girl and ring bearer walked down the aisle peacefully.


Congratulations to Chris, who found himself a very patient lady, and to Amy, for maintaining what sounds like a healthy and robust sense of humor. Love is real. The system works.


This post has been updated to reflect the fact that Deadspin is taking notes.

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Pffft. They didn’t meet when he catcalled her. They met when he negged her at a fake party. MUCH more romantic.