Pondering With Vance

I first met him when I was only sixty. I was in the bar carrying a pink flamingo when he stalked in. He was wearing an indigo gorilla suit, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his eye, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the flower shop, I learned that his name was Vance, and that he was a psychic. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a dentist.

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