Wandering With Anthony

I first met him when I was only thirty-two. I was in the McDonalds carrying an iPod when he blundered in. He was wearing a yellow bicycle helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the cigar store, I learned that his name was Anthony, and that he was a mystic. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a groundskeeper.

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