Looking Smart With Archie

I first met him when I was only sixty-one. I was in the bus station carrying a bell when he strode in. He was wearing a maroon beehive, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his piehole, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the bell down when he made a beeline beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the bell right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to look smart.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the bank for a sarsaparilla. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the bank, I learned that his name was Archie, and that he was a jailer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a scientist.

I guess it was love at first look smart. Some might say we had pink flamingoes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still looking smart for each other.