Lounging With Betty

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the laboratory carrying a bell when she galloped in. She was wearing a maroon blanket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her kidney, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the newsstand, I learned that her name was Betty, and that she was a truck driver. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a peanut vendor.

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