I first met him when I was only sixty-two. I was in the office supply store carrying a joint when he set out in. He was wearing a green pair of cycling shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his abdomen, but I pretended not to notice.
I was about to set the joint down when he bounded beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the joint right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to clatter.
After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the storage unit for a sassafras tea. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.
At the storage unit, I learned that his name was Sig, and that he was a loan officer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a landscaper.
I guess it was love at first clatter. Some might say we had cigars in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was ten years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still clattering for each other.