Snarling With Tex

I first met him when I was only sixty-six. I was in the bar carrying a floppy disk when he jogged in. He was wearing a violet fedora, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his nostril, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the malt shop, I learned that his name was Tex, and that he was an evangelist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a factory worker.

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