Passing Out With Bub

I first met him when I was only forty-five. I was in the hair salon carrying a football when he loped in. He was wearing a navy blue cardigan, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his artery, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the used car lot for a glass of apricot juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the used car lot, I learned that his name was Bub, and that he was a technician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a bailiff.

I guess it was love at first pass out. Some might say we had pearls in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nineteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still passing out for each other.