Adjusting The Clock With Wayne

I first met him when I was only forty-two. I was in the bakery carrying an urn when he skipped in. He was wearing a sparkly flak jacket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his pituitary gland, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the malt shop, I learned that his name was Wayne, and that he was a gemcutter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an investment banker.

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