Chattering With Hank

I first met him when I was only fifty-six. I was in the electronics store carrying a cupcake when he skittered in. He was wearing a jet black toga, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his arm, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the cupcake down when he strode beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the cupcake right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to chatter.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the supermarket for a glass of tomato juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the supermarket, I learned that his name was Hank, and that he was a roofer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a street sweeper.

I guess it was love at first chatter. Some might say we had combs in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still chattering for each other.