Coming To With Arnold

I first met him when I was only seventeen. I was in the tattoo parlor carrying a telephone when he galloped in. He was wearing a white coonskin hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his beard, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the perfumery, I learned that his name was Arnold, and that he was an Egyptologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a chauffeur.

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