Snuffling With Greg

I first met him when I was only sixteen. I was in the supermarket carrying a cowbell when he rushed in. He was wearing an emerald green tank top, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his Achilles tendon, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the cigar store for a glass of papaya juice. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the cigar store, I learned that his name was Greg, and that he was a travel agent. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a choir director.

I guess it was love at first snuffle. Some might say we had corncobs 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 snuffling for each other.