Cheering With Shelley

I first met her when I was only fifteen. I was in the novelty shop carrying a bag of groceries when she trotted in. She was wearing a turquoise suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her palm, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bar, I learned that her name was Shelley, and that she was a handyman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a philatelist.

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