yesterday i walked through the office and saw this pretty dominican woman, about 30 years old, talking to the secretary. i said hello and continued on my way. about 2 hours later i strolled back through and she was sitting in a chair looking grim, hands folded across her lap with a manilla folder underneath. i asked her what the problem was and she told me that she needed a baptismal certificate so she could get married. the rest of the conversation went like this:
"so, are you getting married in the church?" i ask.
"no," she replies with a laugh, "it's a contract marriage."
"really, what's the deal?" i say, laughing in return.
"well, for 10,000 american dollars we marry and i never so much as kiss him. he's a big fat guy."
"really, who's paying whom?" i inquire.
"i'm paying him so i can get a visa and usa residency."
at this point everyone in the office is just looking at us. this 33 year old dominican lady has somehow come up with $10,000 american and is going to marry this fellow.
"you're paying him?!?" i ask with a grin.
"yes."
"ten thousand dollars?" i add as my grin grows.
"yes."
"heck, i'm american, i'll marry you for 8,000 right now..."
poor thing, we never did find a baptismal record...
"so, are you getting married in the church?" i ask.
"no," she replies with a laugh, "it's a contract marriage."
"really, what's the deal?" i say, laughing in return.
"well, for 10,000 american dollars we marry and i never so much as kiss him. he's a big fat guy."
"really, who's paying whom?" i inquire.
"i'm paying him so i can get a visa and usa residency."
at this point everyone in the office is just looking at us. this 33 year old dominican lady has somehow come up with $10,000 american and is going to marry this fellow.
"you're paying him?!?" i ask with a grin.
"yes."
"ten thousand dollars?" i add as my grin grows.
"yes."
"heck, i'm american, i'll marry you for 8,000 right now..."
poor thing, we never did find a baptismal record...
