The year was 1400 A.D.
He was driving his half-a-horse-powered chariot home from church. There was only one seat, so she stood behind him, holding onto his shoulders. They were about a block from her apartment.
They had been dating on and off for about a year. When they were off, he didn’t have to pay for her meal — they were just good friends meeting to contemplate the price of burgers in Africa while they ate happy meals.
When they were on, they rode together to church and met every two months for a date. This particular evening, they were on.
He turned halfway around to where she was standing.
“Hey, how’s about we just go ahead and get hitched?” He asked.
“Sure, why not.” She replied.
“How ‘bout this weekend?”
“Might as well. No sense wastin’ time.”
“That’s what I’m thinkin’.” He ruminated.
“I can’t take off work that soon.” She said.
He pondered that for half a second. “No problem, I’ll get everything ready.”
“I can’t take off that soon for a honeymoon, either.”
“Eh, we’ll just go up to Springfield for a day or two. They’re overrated anyways.”
“True. Well, I can’t wait to marry ya, Joe.”
“Same here, Linda.”
He pulled up to the front door of the apartment building.
“Here ya are.” He said.
“What time do you think we should meet at the church?”
“Probably six o’clock.”
“Okay. I’ll see ya this weekend at the wedding. I’m sure it’ll be nice.”
“Okay. See ya then.”
March 14, 1987, these two were happily married and lived happily ever after.
Before you pass judgment and before they kill me, I must say that this is an extremely exaggerated and mostly false story of their dating experience.
The only truth here is that they did, in actual fact, travel by chariot back then.
And they did get married.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
to my parents,
– Caleb
P.S. Here is Son #2’s contribution tonight:
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to my dad,
– Little Rascal
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