Carrying On With Ruby

I first met her when I was only seventeen. I was in the pharmacy carrying a piggy bank when she ran in. She was wearing a red bracelet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her paw, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the piggy bank down when she hobbled beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the piggy bank right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to carry on.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the perfumery for a bottle of Gatorade. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the perfumery, I learned that her name was Ruby, and that she was a chimney sweep. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a stunt performer.

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