Getting Frazzled With Sissy

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the auto repair shop carrying a battery when she bounced in. She was wearing a rose fez, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pituitary gland, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the pub for a latte. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the pub, I learned that her name was Sissy, and that she was an elevator operator. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a kindergarten teacher.

I guess it was love at first get frazzled. Some might say we had bags of ice in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was four years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting frazzled for each other.