Dawdling With Marjorie

I first met her when I was only fifty-four. I was in the gift shop carrying a Bible when she clambered in. She was wearing a tan military uniform, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hip, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the nail salon for a cup of tea. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the nail salon, I learned that her name was Marjorie, and that she was a veterinarian. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a McDonald's fry-cook.

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