Coming Along With Andy

I first met him when I was only fifty-eight. I was in the clothing store carrying a potato when he lumbered in. He was wearing a terra cotta bib, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his wig, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the candy store, I learned that his name was Andy, and that he was a sheriff. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a telemarketer.

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