We did, unfortunately, run into a small problem at the divorce office.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YA MEAN WE CAN'T GET A DIVORCE?" Ruby screamed, practically leaping over the desk.
"I'm sorry, ma'm," The worker replied, fear in his voice, "But, well, you see, when people who are..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "...Like you get married, they aren't allowed to get a divorce."
"But why not?" She asked, still very mad. "I, I don't know, ask senator Collins!"
"And who might that be?"
[sometime later...]
"I believe that these people, who are just now learning about the human race and our culture, need to be encouraged to make the right decision. By making sure they decide on a single partner, we can help them understand what it means to..."
"Turn that damn thing off."
I turned off the monitor. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" Ruby exclaimed, speaking to no one in particular.
I had been very quiet since we had started on our way to the office. I couldn't even fathom how Ruby had gotten herself inna good enough mood to even say the word "Yes." It seemed like she was just a pessimistic, foul mouthed marsupial who blamed everyone but herself.
"At least her ears are cute." I said to myself quietly."
"What did you just say?" Ruby asked. Fear filled my heart. "Uhh, nothing!" She stared me in the eye. "What the fuck did you just say about my ears?"
"I... I think they're cu..."
A slap sent me to the ground. "If you ever call me cute again, i'm gonna throw you out a goddamn window."