Moving along from
yesterday... I promise this one doesn't end with anyone drunk, dead, or hopeless.
The ink hadn’t quite dried on the certificate when...
The ink hadn't quite dried on the certificate when Peter was in his neighborhood Christian bookstore looking for some generic clerical vestments. His sister's wedding was in three days and he had finally prevailed upon her to let him become ordained over the Internet so he could perform her wedding.
A friendly-looking clerk approached him as he entered the store. He was tall and thin, dressed in a suit that was open at the neck. "Anything I can help you find, sir?"
Peter smiled, "Actually, yes. I'm looking for some minister-like clothes. See, I'm marrying my sister in a few days and I want to look the part."
"Sorry, you're..." the man looked to his left and right and then back to Peter, a slight smile on his lips. "You're marrying your sister? So, why..."
Understanding his confusion, Peter laughed. "No, no." He held his hands up. "I'm officiating. I'm doing the wedding. She's marrying someone else entirely. Someone else. Not me. Named George." The clerk pursed his lips but seemed to let it go.
"Right. What, ah, denomination are you looking for?"
"Oh. Well, actually, I have no idea. She's Baptist, I guess, so whatever's that is. I just got ordained on the Internet so I'm not all that choosy as to the dress. Just something appropriate for that."
An hour and $180 later, Peter left the store with some generic Protestant robes and a service book with the right words to say...
Long day - continued tomorrow...