Fretting With Katy

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the drug store carrying an ironing board when she slid in. She was wearing a pea green jerkin, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her midriff, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the deli, I learned that her name was Katy, and that she was a butcher. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an Internet celebrity.

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