Moaning With Iggy

I first met her when I was only thirty-three. I was in the drug store carrying a chair when she flew in. She was wearing a tan big grin, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her forehead, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the shoe store for a Bacardi. 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 Iggy, and that she was a gravedigger. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a meat inspector.

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