Snarling With Agnes

I first met her when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the pub carrying a stapler when she bolted in. She was wearing a scarlet corsage, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her heel, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the stapler down when she whirled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the stapler right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to snarl.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the fortune teller shop for a chocolate milk. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the fortune teller shop, I learned that her name was Agnes, and that she was an interior designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a barber.

I guess it was love at first snarl. Some might say we had tubes of toothpaste in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was twelve years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still snarling for each other.