Page 92 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
Idiot.
Not that it would have thawed in time.
I can’t tell her where it is.
I have to do this without a ring.
Three twenty-five p.m.
I make it back to the ferry terminal with five minutes to spare, and jog down the gateway to enter.
“Invitation, please?” A guy with a clipboard stands at the ferry entrance, holding out his hand.
“You mean my ticket?” I ask.
“No, your wedding invitation. Tickets have been taken care of.”
“Oh, I don’t have an invitation. I just need to get to the island.”
“Can’t take this ferry without an invitation.”
“What do you mean I can’t take this ferry? It’s a public ferry. You can’t stop me from taking it.”
He points to a big sign I had failed to notice prior.
Today’s Three-Thirty Ferry Reserved for Private Event. Invitation Required.
Fuck!
“When’s the next ferry?”
“Four o’clock.”
“I can’t wait until four. That’s too late. I need to get there before four.”
“Sorry, sir, I can’t help you. Please step aside, a line is forming behind you.”
I turn and see that a few people are waiting behind me. All have invitations with them.
Shit!
I walk to the end of the line and slide in next to two women, both pretty, one tall and one not. “You ladies wouldn’t want to take me to this wedding, would you?”
“What?” the tall one asks.
“Do you want to take me to this wedding? I can be a fun date.”
The line advances. And it wasn’t long to begin with. They are now third from the invitation checker.
“Why would we do that,” the short one asks.
“It’s extremely important that I get there before it starts.”
“Isn’t everyone supposed to be there before it starts?” the tall one asks, laughing.
“Well, yes.” I look down at my feet and shake my head, advancing with them in the line to second from the invitation checker. “Listen,” I start. “There is a woman who will be there, and it’s imperative that I talk to her.”
“Why don’t you just talk to her after?” the short one asks.
