Backing Up With Cheryl

I first met her when I was only nineteen. I was in the opera house carrying a Happy Meal when she jumped in. She was wearing a purple motorcycle helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her pancreas, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the auto repair shop for a glass of fruit punch. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the auto repair shop, I learned that her name was Cheryl, and that she was a dermatologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a rancher.

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