Slobbering With Daisy

I first met her when I was only twenty-four. I was in the movie theater carrying a clam when she waltzed in. She was wearing a violet pair of cowboy boots, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her ankle, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the laboratory, I learned that her name was Daisy, and that she was a car salesman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a burglar.

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