Faint heart never won fair lady

Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He'd come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I'd make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.

It wasn't until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.