A tale of two Marvellites meeting
My 15 year old sleeping couch passed into the hands of a new owner this morning. It’s seen my late high school years and was heavily used during college and university. It’s been with me half of my life, so to speak, and it’s probably the oldest thing I own.
The girl who comes to pick it up is a lovely 17-year-old, blushing cheeks, anxious to begin student life herself after the summer holidays. I look down at her t-shirt… and she’s wearing a Marvel shirt with a print of Stark Tower. Un-freaking-believable.
"You’re a Marvellite!" I exclaim, voice still a bit hoarse from the early hour.
"I am!" she responds with a big smile. "Captain America forever!"
"I’m much of a Loki fan myself."
"How cool! Yeah, he’s amazing, too."
We almost forget she’s here for the couch, until her father reminds us from three steps down the stairs. We chuckle and return to helping him.
What are the odds… Man, I’m feeling so old, looking at her. But ever so happy to be able to make someone else happy. It costs nothing and it feels so good.