The Old (Best) Man
by Rob

We're in Grand Rapids, MI. We're here for Eric and Miriam's wedding, which will take place on Sunday afternoon. Eric asked me to be his best man -- a real honor -- but, I'll admit, I've had some anxiety about being in this role; I hardly know anyone else here, and I feel like I'm too old to be his best man. Yesterday, something happened which deepened that concern.

All of the groomsman went to pick up our tuxedos. After paying at the front of the store, one by one, we were sent to the back of the store to try everything on. I waited at the register to buy something after the others had gone to the fitting rooms. The guy who waited on me started some small talk, "Where are you from?" and that kind of thing. And then he asked, "So your son is getting married?"

I'm thinking about shaving off my beard today.