Wiggling With Griselda

I first met her when I was only sixty-two. I was in the jewelry store carrying a pot when she slumped in. She was wearing an amber pair of cycling shorts, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyeball, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the video arcade, I learned that her name was Griselda, and that she was a rodeo clown. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stack of papers salesman.

I guess it was love at first wiggle. Some might say we had cell phones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was five years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still wiggling for each other.