Apologizing With Belle

I first met her when I was only fifty-five. I was in the bus station carrying an elephant tusk when she leapt in. She was wearing a peach set of pink foam curlers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her abdomen, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the art museum 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 art museum, I learned that her name was Belle, and that she was a minister. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an astrologer.

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