Calculating With Trixie

I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the supermarket carrying a stone when she skidded in. She was wearing a white pair of galoshes, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her knee, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bookstore, I learned that her name was Trixie, and that she was a waiter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a mechanical engineer.

I guess it was love at first calculate. Some might say we had artificial flowers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nineteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still calculating for each other.