Screeching With Tracy

I first met her when I was only twenty-four. I was in the McDonalds carrying a pipe when she sallied forth in. She was wearing an orange loincloth, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her waist, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the convenience store, I learned that her name was Tracy, and that she was a song writer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a marketing manager.

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