Rejoicing With Veronica

I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the grocery store carrying a pain pill when she lurched in. She was wearing a green necktie, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her thigh, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the furniture store for a glass of wine. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the furniture store, I learned that her name was Veronica, and that she was a janitor. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an investment banker.

I guess it was love at first rejoice. Some might say we had hip flasks in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was three years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still rejoicing for each other.