Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Winter Steel

I went to renew my Washington fishing license, and asked the girl at the sporting goods store, Kate, if she could also renew my marriage license since I had been fishing so much.  Kate looked under the counter.  "We don't have that form" she said.

"How long is my marriage license good?" I asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" she asked.  "I'm not from around here."

Well, she had me there.

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