Expectorating With Cody

I first met him when I was only forty-five. I was in the dry cleaner carrying a cowbell when he galloped in. He was wearing a lime-green pair of Groucho glasses, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his elbow, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the office supply store for a glass of orange juice. 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 Cody, and that he was a courier. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a chimney sweep.

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