A Little Something Unexpected

Before last Saturday, it had been almost seven years since I received my first, and I thought my last, proposal of marriage. However, things all changed last Saturday when I went to the marche (outdoor market) near my house.
Mary Joyce and I went to buy vegetables and fruits and got much more than we bargained for. As we were heading out of the marche and toward our vehicle, a lady stopped us trying to sell us some more. We kindly told her we had already bought everything we needed. She then asked Mary if I, the fat white girl, was her daughter. (I have found there are blunt people everywhere you go). Mary and even I had a good laugh over that. We went on to explain we are friends and work together. After this, a young Burkinabe man, who had evidently missed out on that entire conversation, asked Mary if he could marry me, her daughter. It was a shocker for the both of us. We quickly explained I was already taken, and walked quickly from the marche.
When I arrived home, I told Mike competition is steep here and he better work hard to keep me. We all have had several good laughs over this one, and hope you do to.