Wandering With Brittany

I first met her when I was only sixty-six. I was in the bar carrying a baton when she swung in. She was wearing a brilliant orange set of scrubs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her wrist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the burger joint, I learned that her name was Brittany, and that she was a prankster. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an attorney.

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