Coming To With Joni

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the coffee shop carrying a cracker when she whirled in. She was wearing an aqua pair of combat boots, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her stomach, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bowling alley, I learned that her name was Joni, and that she was a vacuum cleaner salesman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a quilter.

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