Thinking With Pamela

I first met her when I was only forty. I was in the movie theater carrying a comic book when she tramped in. She was wearing a tan cat suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her gut, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the mortuary for a hot buttered rum. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the mortuary, I learned that her name was Pamela, and that she was a shepherd. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a road worker.

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