Florence, Italy (Circa 1989): My wife and I were fairly young when we got married, at least according to today's standards. I was 25 and she was 24. Sure, we weren't kids, but we both looked like kids...
The second stop on our honeymoon was in a beautiful hotel at the foot of Fiesole, just above Florence, Italy. The building traces its roots back to the 16th century -- and includes a facade attributed to Michelangelo.
Dinner at the hotel starts at 7:00 p.m., which is typical for a nice restaurant there. As we were hungry, my wife and I got dressed and dolled up (jacket and tie and a nice dress) and popped down at 7 sharp. The Maitre d' looked at both of us and asked, "Do you want to wait for your parents?"
My wife was insulted -- though she did look like she was in high school (as did I). In a huff, she showed him her ring and said "We're not with our parents. We're married!"
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