History of three years. July of 2015.

We got married literally yesterday. Late in the evening we return by car from the other end of the area (about 400 km). The trunk is filled with all kinds of gifts, cards, ribbons, and the back seat is completely filled with flowers. We go carefully, because the husband managed to forget the rights, and a bunch of passport. According to all the laws of evil, we are stopped by the DPS. The documents on the car showed and we long pretended that we are looking for rights.

Okay, I seem to have forgotten it at home. What is the punishment for this now?

Well, in the base you have to check first, suddenly you do not have them at all. (This is the second police officer.) Give me a passport, let’s look at the base.

I forgot my passport at home.

Give me any documents!

I, sitting on the passenger seat, realize that we have only one document with us: a fresh certificate of marriage.

Somehow, in all the hollow of the luggage, we find it, the DPS both read and smile. They discussed something on the side and said:

Go out! Happy life and flowers to your wife!



You would never have thought that a marriage certificate could be used instead of a driver's license or a pastor! Dear police officers, thank you! and :)