Are You Being Served?
Chris got served divorce papers today.
It wasn't how you see it on TV, where they track you down and trick you and it's all so very clever. The process server called first and asked when would be a convenient time to do this. Chris said whenever, he'd be in all day, and the process server showed up not long after. He rang the doorbell, then handed Chris a big sealed envelope.
I heard a bit of mumbling between them, but to me it was the same as if a delivery guy swung by to drop off a package, or a pizza. It seemed pretty cordial. But that's Chris. It takes a lot to get him riled.
After Chris got served, he looked over at me—I was standing in the hallway by that point, just in case he wanted to say something—but he only held my gaze for a second before headin
