Jerking With Constance

I first met her when I was only fifty-two. I was in the brewery carrying a notepad when she scooted in. She was wearing a golden vest, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her toenail, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the bus station for a rum and Coke. She 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 her name was Constance, and that she was a crane operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a judge.

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