Belching With Wendell

I first met him when I was only fifteen. I was in the souvenir shop carrying a paperclip when he galloped in. He was wearing a white evening gown, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his throat, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the grocery store for a Coke. 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 Wendell, and that he was a chemist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a shoe repairer.

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