My younger brother got married a few months ago.

I was his best man, so his bride (my future sister-in-law) had given me very specific instructions on the color and style of the tuxedo she wanted me to wear. She coordinated everything with my wife, who sent me in the right direction whenever they needed me to do something.

First, we drove to the mall so I could get fitted for the tux. My wife pointed out the rental spot and then went off to do some shopping of her own. I hate shopping, so I secretly hoped we would both be done as quickly as possible.

When I walked into the rental shop, a woman of around thirty smiled and greeted me right away. She was wearing a tight summer dress and librarian glasses that framed her blue eyes, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was fun to look at, and I... Read More