Ricky had gone into town to run some errands, and Lucy was relaxing.

There was a knock on the door. Answering it, Lucy saw a handsome young man.

"Hi, can I help you?" she said.

"Hi, are you Lucy Ricardo?"

"Sure am."

"You don't know me-at least I think you don't-but I'm Sammy Lawson, and I'm a stock boy at Jim's Grocery."

"Oh, yes, I think I do remember seeing you in the store."

"You husband has been talking so much about you, and I just wanted to meet you-that is, if you don't mind."

"Sure, that's fine. Won't you come in?"

"Thanks."

She escorted him in, and they sat down on the couch together.

"So, what has my husband been saying about me?"

"Oh, wow! He says you've done all these crazy things!"

"He has?" Her expression changed to disapproval.

"Oh, please don't misunderstand, Mrs. Ricardo-I love it!"

This surprised her. "You do?"

"Oh, yes! As a matter of fact, when I get married, I want my wife to be a girl as crazy and kooky as you are!"

She smiled. "Oh, wow!"

"So, I just wanted to get some 'confirmation' on some of the things he told me about you-that is, if you don't mind."

"Sure, go right ahead!"

"First of all, I understand that you stomped barefoot on grapes, and got into a grape fight, is that true?"

"Sure is! We were in Italy, and I wanted to soak up the local atmosphere."

"That sounds like it was so fun!"

"FUN?"

"Sure! I would love to do that!"

"Well, now that you mentioned it, I guess it was kinda fun!"

"The grapes didn't stain your feet, did it?"

"No, they didn't-at least I don't think they did." She slipped her loafers off. "They don't look purple, do they?"

He looked at them. "No, they don't. in fact, you have nice feet!"

She smiled. "I think I like you, kid!" They laughed together. "What other crazy stories did he tell you about me?"

"Well, he said that you got drunk while filming a commercial."

"Oh, yes-Vita-Meata-Vegeta! They didn't tell me the main ingredient in it was booze!"

"They should've told you!"

"They sure should've!" They laughed together. "What else has he told you?"

"He said that you accidently handcuffed the two of you together."

"Oh, yeah! I thought that was a prop handcuff."

"Well, that's a good way to stay together!"

"Now that you mention that, I guess so!"

"And then he said you put an award cup over your head, and it got stuck."

"Yes! It took them forever to get it off!"

"I hope you were ok. I mean, it could have stopped your breathing!"

"No, it didn't. It didn't go over my nose and mouth."

"I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Ricardo. Oh, he also said that the two of you jumped into a hotel swimming pool with all your clothes on!"

This surprised her. "We did? Why would we do that?"

"He said it was something about a publicity stunt."

"OH YEAH! You see, there was this gossip columnist staying at the hotel, and Rickey's press agent thought it would be good publicity for him if I fell into the pool and he 'saved' me."

"I see."

"But it didn't quite work; it turned out that she was actually at my apartment talking with my mother!"

"So you two got wet for nothing!"

"We sure did!" Again, they laughed together.

"Well, I've got to get going. It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Ricardo."

"You too, Sammy."

"You don't know of any girls my age around here, do you?"

"And what is your age?"

"20."

"Sorry, no. I mostly hang out with the 'older folks!'"

"Oh, ok."

"Have you dated many girls?"

"A few. But they're all pretty ordinary."

"Ordinary?"

"Yeah. None of them would be willing to stomp on grapes!"

"Oh!" They both laughed again. "I tell you what: You work at Jim's Grocery, right?"

"Sure do."

"I'll take a lookout for you. If I notice any girls your age around, I'll tell them about you. If they're interested, I'll introduce them to you."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Ricardo!"

"Oh, you might know my best friend Ethel Mertz."

"Oh, yes, I've seen her in the store."

"I'll tell her about you, too. She might also be able to help you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Ricardo!"

"Don't despair, Sammy; I'm sure there's a girl out there as 'crazy and kooky' as I am!"

"Gee, thanks!" He stood up. "Well, I'm got to be going. It was nice talking with you."

She also got up. "You, too."

She led him to the door.

"And thanks for agreeing to be a matchmaker!"

"No problem, Sammy."

"Oh, you'd better put your shoes back on!" She was still barefooted!

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess I'd better!"

"Bye, Mrs. Ricardo."

"Bye, Sammy."

They shook hands and he left.