Expectorating With Ken

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the ice cream parlor carrying a sack of potatoes when he scooted in. He was wearing a teal bikini, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his appendix, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the pizza parlor for an Irish Coffee. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pizza parlor, I learned that his name was Ken, and that he was a gambler. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an elementary school teacher.

I guess it was love at first expectorate. Some might say we had grease guns in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was nineteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still expectorating for each other.