Glowering With Gladys

I first met her when I was only sixty-two. I was in the music store carrying a corncob when she sneaked in. She was wearing a magenta set of scrubs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the perfumery for an Alka-Seltzer. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the perfumery, I learned that her name was Gladys, and that she was a park ranger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an engineer.

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