Drooling With Spud

I first met him when I was only fifty-four. I was in the travel agency carrying a cactus plant when he ambled in. He was wearing a silver bracelet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the art museum, I learned that his name was Spud, and that he was an X-ray technician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a mattress tester.

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