I went in to get my driver’s license renewed. The woman behind the counter, a pleasant-looking woman in her mid-to-late 40s with long greying hair, engaged me in conversation. Here’s a sample.
DMV: So where’d you get that wedding ring from?
ME: Uh, I don’t know, it’s been nearly ten years; uh, I guess from a jewler friend in Indiana?
DMV: Yeah? Nice. You like being married?
ME: Sure, most of the time…
DMV: I had a guy in earlier today, married 13, maybe 16 years. One day he woke up, but his wife didn’t…nothing wrong with her either.
ME: Must’ve been something wrong with her…
DMV: Nope. Nothing. Perfect health.