True story: A case of mistaken identity
The following day, after a night of wild and noisy post wedding celebration, I headed to the hotel parking lot to load up my car. An elderly couple, on their early Sunday morning walk, purposely crossed my path.
Seeing a living creature haggardly coming out of the hotel that early in the day, both cheerfully greeted me with a friendly, “Good morning, how is the father of the bride, today?”
Half awake, without hesitation and with a big reciprocating friendly smile, I retorted, “He is fine! Today, he acquired a son, but a hundred thousand and one dollars poorer!”
“Aw you poor thing, how come you’re still smiling!?” the elderly gentleman exclaimed with a beleaguered and confused look.
I responded, “I’m the friend of - the father of the bride!”
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