Resting With Christina

I first met her when I was only sixty-eight. I was in the hair salon carrying a beach ball when she capered in. She was wearing an aquamarine pair of ear muffs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her carotid artery, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the beach ball down when she waltzed beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the beach 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 rest.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the library for a 7-Up. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the library, I learned that her name was Christina, and that she was a barber. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a judge.

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