Passing Out With Rover

I first met him when I was only sixty-four. I was in the café carrying a basketball when he made a beeline in. He was wearing a turquoise cummerbund, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his aorta, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the office supply store for a glass of apricot 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 Rover, and that he was a funeral director. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an auto mechanic.

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