Clattering With Siggy

I first met him when I was only thirty-six. I was in the popcorn shop carrying a magnet when he zipped in. He was wearing a chartreuse bracelet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his wrist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the insurance agency, I learned that his name was Siggy, and that he was a church usher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a talk-show host.

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