Growling With Claudette

I first met her when I was only sixty. I was in the cigar store carrying a pickle when she swung in. She was wearing an azure pair of pantaloons, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her foot, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the cigar store, I learned that her name was Claudette, and that she was a network administrator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a singer.

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