cabricker asked me how zebra and I met... Here's a little story...
Once upon a time there was a boy. . . working 8:30 to 5:00 in a Government run Student Employment Office. As a "English only" unilingual canadian, he was lucky indeed to get such a job - in fact, only buy virtue of a clerical mistake had he landed said job in the first place. He did well at this job so they asked him back for a second season. . . This was a plumb "summer job".
In this second-season he managed to get a position in a special section that handled placements to federally sponsored private enterprises and had great need to field calls from the "normal" student employment offices as positions were filled with drooling, mindless applicants. As was his habit, he attempted to be light hearted and friendly with the callers. . . see'en as most of em were girls, and all of them were fellow students with "plumb" summer jobs.
One day he answered a call from a girl that, in answer to his question, told him she had very very green eyes.
Once upon a time there was a girl. . . working 8:30 to 5:00 in a Government run Student Employment office - the main office. She was a bilingual girl from Montreal, but going to school in Ottawa and spending the summer working a plumb job. She spent her days matching drooling, mindless students with available summer jobs. She spent her evenings with a boy names Brian. A big honk'en knuckle dragger of a boy.
One day she made a phone call to another office and the boy that answered the call was full of questions. When he asked her what colour her eyes were, she told him they were very very green. He started calling her Green Eyes.
So it came to pass that the boy was asked by the bosses to move to the main office and take over a some geeky statistical reporting job. A job he ultimately turned into a career with the Feds that lasted 13 years. It was one the first day of those 14 years that he met the girl he had been calling Green Eyes.
The stars aligned for the boy and he found himself giving Green Eyes the sage advice to "lose that turkey" (the knuckle dragger).
And I've been with Zebra ever since.