Six years ago, after my fiancé proposed, we decided to not waste time and get married at a courthouse. [Fiancé] was previously married and is from England, so he brought the original copy of his divorce papers that he’d had mailed to him. However, the papers weren’t very fancy-looking, so…
Clerk: “I can’t accept this. It looks like a Xerox copy.”
Fiancé: “No, it’s the original. I got it shipped from England.”
Clerk: “I’ll go ask one of the officials.”
She left and came back, shaking her head.
Clerk: “I’m sorry, but he says it just doesn’t look official enough.”
Fiancé: “Well, this is as official as it gets. I don’t understand.”
At that point, I was stressed out due to this and other unrelated reasons, and I excused myself to have a small meltdown. Oops.
The next part was related to me by my fiancé. The clerk looked sympathetic after I left crying.
Clerk: “Look, I’m sorry, but it doesn’t have a raised seal or a wax stamp or anything…”
Fiancé: *Snaps* “Well, what am I going to do, FRAME IT?!”
The clerk went silent, and my fiancé left to join me, managing to get a laugh out of me with the story. The good news is that we managed to find a county clerk’s office forty-five minutes away that did accept his divorce papers, and later on, he got his friend who is a consulate to officially stamp it, so perhaps I’ll get him a frame as an anniversary gift!