Snarling With Meg

I first met her when I was only thirty-one. I was in the café carrying a bag when she straggled in. She was wearing a violet pair of roller skates, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her Adam's apple, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the shoe store, I learned that her name was Meg, and that she was a cook. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an auto mechanic.

I guess it was love at first snarl. Some might say we had bones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was twelve years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still snarling for each other.