Rejoicing With Marv

I first met him when I was only sixty-four. I was in the pizza joint carrying a piece of paper when he leapt in. He was wearing a tan cocktail dress, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his little finger, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the piece of paper down when he zipped beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the piece of paper right by his 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, he asked me to go to the office supply store for an ice cream soda. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the office supply store, I learned that his name was Marv, and that he was a cab driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an invalid.

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