Freezing With Cecil

I first met him when I was only twenty. I was in the burger joint carrying a battery when he paraded in. He was wearing an olive drab Armani suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his knee, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the battery down when he whirled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the battery right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to freeze.

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

At the convenience store, I learned that his name was Cecil, and that he was a window washer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a slave.

I guess it was love at first freeze. Some might say we had cell phones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still freezing for each other.