Coming Over With Phyllis

I first met her when I was only thirty-nine. I was in the butcher shop carrying a soccer ball when she padded in. She was wearing a blue military uniform, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pancreas, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the candy store for an Alka-Seltzer. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the candy store, I learned that her name was Phyllis, and that she was a magistrate. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lobbyist.

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