Bawling With Fanny

I first met her when I was only thirteen. I was in the pub carrying a cage when she tumbled in. She was wearing a grey G-string, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her ego, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the antique store, I learned that her name was Fanny, and that she was a burglar. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a civil engineer.

I guess it was love at first bawl. Some might say we had trash cans 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 bawling for each other.