Meditating With Justin

I first met him when I was only fifty-two. I was in the flower shop carrying an air compressor when he careened in. He was wearing a hot pink straitjacket, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his hand, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the grocery store, I learned that his name was Justin, and that he was a bicycle messenger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a housekeeper.

I guess it was love at first meditate. Some might say we had Big Gulps in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was thirteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still meditating for each other.