Separated by mere chairs along the wall outside the lone courtroom in the very small town courthouse we are both here today researching our ancestry. Spider tells me he is from here; I on the other hand have traveled from the east coast to find myself and my past. I have no interest in small talk. I have a lot of ground to cover and things to do during my trip in a small amount of time.
Suddenly a small stout man quickly emerges from the lone courtroom. He told Spider and I to "come with him" and wisked us off to a small wood paneled room next to the courtroom. The next thing I know the judge introduces himself as the appointed clergyman who is going to marry us today and where were our witnesses. Spider looks at me at the same time as I quickly look him up and down. We both stammer at the judge boisterously and simultaneously, "we're not getting married". The judge jerked his head up from his paperwork with a questioning look upon his face, "then why are you here together?"
We cleared up the misunderstanding with the judge, walked out of the look alike chapel and sat back down outside the courtroom where our documents were still sitting incomplete and some untouched. For a moment we both sat there taking it all in when finally Spider turns to me and says "do you want to go to dinner?" "Sure," I replied still stunned by what happened and how quickly things could have turned very weird, very fast.
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