Getting Along With Mackenzie

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the tobacco shop carrying a yo-yo when she careened in. She was wearing a yellow cardigan, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her lung, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the yo-yo down when she marched beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the yo-yo right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to get along.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the malt shop for a root beer float. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the malt shop, I learned that her name was Mackenzie, and that she was a tour guide. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a phlebotomist.

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