Getting Dizzy With Bobby

I first met him when I was only sixty-seven. I was in the mortuary carrying a Rubik's cube when he flounced in. He was wearing a purple false moustache, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his thumb, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the Rubik's cube down when he clambered beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the Rubik's cube right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to get dizzy.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bank 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 bank, I learned that his name was Bobby, and that he was a percussionist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a priest.

I guess it was love at first get dizzy. Some might say we had curling irons in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting dizzy for each other.