Dave had a half day yesterday, since he was on call the day before. He stopped by his parents house to chill out and have lunch. When I came home, I started up dinner and we were talking. He then pulled out an envelope from his bag.

"Guess what my dad's manager found in his desk drawer," Dave said.

"Um, I dunno. What?" I replied, wondering why I would actually care what this guy found in his desk drawer.

Dave held up the envelope. "Our marriage certificate."

"Our what?"

"Our marraige certificate. Yours and mine." He put the envelope on the table. It was the envelope that was sent to me from the county, and inside, a copy of our marriage certificate. I had two made when we got married - the other copy was in my backpack, I never really wondered as to the whereabouts of the other copy.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes I'm serious. My dad's manager was cleaning out his desk, he found this envelope, and he asked my dad if this belonged to me."

"Really?"

"Really!" And although Dave's a pretty imaginative guy, THIS was a little too out there to be a practical joke.

"How the hell did it get there?"

"I have no idea! I was thinking that maybe you know!"

"No, I don't know! I didn't even know where this copy was. Maybe your dad accidentally brought it to work."

"But how did it get in his boss' office?"

"I have no idea!"

Which left us to ponder how it got there. But we had no good theories. Of course, if we were in TV Land, it would have been because I was having an affair with my father-in-law's manager, but come on, let's be realistic. I wouldn't leave behind evidence like that! Who would bring along their marraige certificate on an adulterous tryst?

The truth is something which is probably simple and innocent - the envelope may have gotten lost in some paperwork brought to the office by Dave's dad and then moved over to his boss' desk.

But that's pretty out there, don't you think?

Posted by Yano at November 17, 2004 09:35 AM

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