Peeping With Fifi

I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the office supply store carrying a toolbox when she sprinted in. She was wearing a grey heavy layer of makeup, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her gall bladder, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the antique store, I learned that her name was Fifi, and that she was a high school teacher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a civil engineer.

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