Resting With Priscilla

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the travel agency carrying a fish bowl when she scurried in. She was wearing a peach cowboy hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hair, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the beauty salon, I learned that her name was Priscilla, and that she was a judge. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bureaucrat.

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