Applauding With Marjorie

I first met her when I was only thirty-seven. I was in the newsstand carrying a Frisbee when she strode in. She was wearing a forest green cap, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her eyeball, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the antique store for a glass of orange juice. 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 Marjorie, and that she was a manager. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a system administrator.

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