It's not unusual to get calls from the courthouse asking if I'm available to perform a wedding on the spot. Some days, I prefer those kinds of calls/appointments to the ones that schedule in advance and then don't bother to show up, call, cancel, or reschedule. Many of these no-shows are poached by the crazy internet ministers who stand outside our courthouse just looking for the tell-tale manilla envelope. Nothing says LOVE more than the manilla envelope. Except perhaps, the information the Commonwealth includes with the license INSIDE that envelope. But, that's a story for another day ....
A lot of times, I don't need to add anything but the actual dialogue of my calls to make them blog-worthy. Today was one of those days.
Him: Hi, we'd like to make an appointment for a wedding.
Me: When are you interested in?
Him: Right now
Me: Okay, you can come over to my office. First, let me just get a little information from you.
Him: Okay
Me: What is your name?
Him: Oh. Hold on ... <and he puts her on the phone to answer>
... seriously? If he can't answer THAT question, are you sure you REALLY want to marry him? (No, I didn't ACTUALLY say this to her, but c'mon ... seriously?)
