Scribbling With Sydney

I first met her when I was only forty-one. I was in the fortune teller shop carrying a spittoon when she bounced in. She was wearing a rose beret, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her fingernail, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the shoe store, I learned that her name was Sydney, and that she was an optometrist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an electrician.

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