Adjusting With Bub

I first met him when I was only twenty-five. I was in the used car lot carrying a bullet when he dove in. He was wearing a maroon class ring, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his spinal cord, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the art museum for a cup of Sanka. I 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 his name was Bub, and that he was a tattoo artist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a blacksmith.

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