Mumbling With Clarabell

I first met her when I was only thirty-three. I was in the candy store carrying an accordion when she dashed in. She was wearing a golden pair of roller skates, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her belly button, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the barbershop, I learned that her name was Clarabell, and that she was a draftsman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lifeguard.

I guess it was love at first mumble. Some might say we had soccer balls 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 mumbling for each other.