Looking Angry With Marvin

I first met him when I was only twenty. I was in the pub carrying a church key when he galloped in. He was wearing a beige Stetson hat, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his liver, but I pretended not to notice.

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

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

At the pizza parlor, I learned that his name was Marvin, and that he was a meat inspector. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as an advice columnist.

I guess it was love at first look angry. Some might say we had grease guns in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eighteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still looking angry for each other.