Jiggling With Kim

I first met her when I was only twelve. I was in the gift shop carrying a screwdriver when she slunk in. She was wearing an ivory pith helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her buttocks, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the burger joint for a double latte. 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 Kim, and that she was a mason. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a librarian.

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