Sneezing With Griselda

I first met her when I was only forty-six. I was in the pizza joint carrying a muffin when she slumped in. She was wearing an indigo bonnet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her Achilles tendon, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the beauty salon, I learned that her name was Griselda, and that she was a mathematician. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a security guard.

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