Lounging With Lars

I first met him when I was only thirty-seven. I was in the electronics store carrying a ticket when he tiptoed in. He was wearing a khaki veil, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hoof, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the bus station, I learned that his name was Lars, and that he was a composer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a private investigator.

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