Needs A Licence To Chill

| Romantic | September 21, 2013

(My boyfriend and I are both 20 years old, and have just moved in together. We go to the grocery store to stock our place. I’m choosing tomatoes when a large bald man walks up to us with a frown.)

Man: “Is he with you?” *points to my boyfriend*

Me: “Er… yes?”

Man: “I’ll need to see your marriage licence, please.”

Me: “Er… what?”

Man: “Your marriage licence. You wouldn’t be setting up house without one, would you?”

Me: “Uh…”

Boyfriend: “Stop teasing her. [My Name], this is [Name], my father’s best friend. Dad must have told him we were moving in together.”

Me: “Er… nice to meet you?”

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