Puffing With Stuart

I first met him when I was only nineteen. I was in the pizza joint carrying a skull when he pranced in. He was wearing an emerald green false moustache, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his throat, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the used car lot for a Mai Tai. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the used car lot, I learned that his name was Stuart, and that he was a pumpkin salesman. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a lecturer.

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