I was in quite a strop for various reasons. He had left his ID in the car, so when the clerk, a mustachioed fellow in his late forties, requested it he inquired whether my ID would be adequate proof.
“You know this guy?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Yep. You’re married.”
In all earnestness I feel closer to him because of it.
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