Dressing Up With Anders

I first met him when I was only sixty-one. I was in the bus station carrying a washrag when he jumped in. He was wearing a green jumpsuit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his neck, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the newsstand, I learned that his name was Anders, and that he was a pawnbroker. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a road worker.

I guess it was love at first dress up. Some might say we had pots in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still dressing up for each other.