So yesterday, I'm riding along, and I come up to a stoplight. After a few moments, I glance into my rearview mirror, and I see writing on the windshield of the car behind me.

It says "Just Married 6/9/2008".

I think to myself "That's great. I support Black Love! I hope it lasts." Stuff like that.

Then...something registers on my internal "Oddness Meter".

I realize that it's 2008, and it's a free country, and anyone can pretty much do whatever they want with their personal lives, BUT...

Who gets married on a Monday?

Ladies and Gentlemen, I live in Decatur.

Know What I'm Sayin'??