Buzzing With Phineas

I first met him when I was only fifty-five. I was in the butcher shop carrying a paintbrush when he sashayed in. He was wearing a khaki sombrero, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his spinal cord, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the mortuary, I learned that his name was Phineas, and that he was a cop. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a radio announcer.

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