Burping With Jeanne

I first met her when I was only fifty. I was in the convenience store carrying a bag of groceries when she sprinted in. She was wearing a hot pink bikini, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her lung, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the ad agency, I learned that her name was Jeanne, and that she was an electrical engineer. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pilot.

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