Burbling With Trixie

I first met her when I was only twenty-one. I was in the burger joint carrying a church key when she strolled in. She was wearing a burgundy set of scrubs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her ear, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the bowling alley for a Coke. 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 Trixie, and that she was a designer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a typist.

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