Sitting Still With Brittany

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the malt shop carrying a remote control when she slithered in. She was wearing a green black armband, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her arm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the café, I learned that her name was Brittany, and that she was a pawnbroker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a missionary.

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