On Monday, August 18, 2008 we went to Thetford Town Hall to sign our marriage license.  I told Tracy, Ms. Borst, the clerk my mother didn’t mind the fact that we were “doing it this way”.  She seemed non-plussed by that statement. Her behaving in this manner was, of course, in stark contrast to the sense of urgency she showcased when we visited her office a few weeks prior to pick up an application for the license.  “Marriage license?” she asked abruptly, her eyes wide, pointing at the two of us as if anticipating our arrival.  To be fair, I had called her earlier that day to get some details on what all it takes to get hitched and mentioned we might drop by to pick up an application.  She gave us more information than I thought existed on fees (Did you know $20 of the processing fee goes toward protecting Vermont families from domestic violence?  Not sure how that works, but I was sold.), J.O.P.s and the recent history of shotgun weddings in town. I certainly hadn’t received that kind of friendly customer service when I was applying for a dog license.  I was pleased to see she had gone back to her emotionally restrained self.  All the hooplah was creeping me out. But don’t we look cute?

On Monday, August 18, 2008 we went to Thetford Town Hall to sign our marriage license.  I told Tracy, Ms. Borst, the clerk my mother didn’t mind the fact that we were “doing it this way”.  She seemed non-plussed by that statement.

Her behaving in this manner was, of course, in stark contrast to the sense of urgency she showcased when we visited her office a few weeks prior to pick up an application for the license.  “Marriage license?” she asked abruptly, her eyes wide, pointing at the two of us as if anticipating our arrival.  To be fair, I had called her earlier that day to get some details on what all it takes to get hitched and mentioned we might drop by to pick up an application.  She gave us more information than I thought existed on fees (Did you know $20 of the processing fee goes toward protecting Vermont families from domestic violence?  Not sure how that works, but I was sold.), J.O.P.s and the recent history of shotgun weddings in town.

I certainly hadn’t received that kind of friendly customer service when I was applying for a dog license.  I was pleased to see she had gone back to her emotionally restrained self.  All the hooplah was creeping me out.

But don’t we look cute?