April and her new girlfriend Susan picked us up at the bus stop. They'd only been seeing each other for four months, but already it was serious enough that they were living together. Susan was twenty-seven years old and had an eighteen-month-old daughter named Judy. And since -- unlike us -- Susan and April were both gainfully employed (at a magazine in Seattle), they had no trouble renting a car for the weekend.
We set up our things in our hotel room, and then the five of us went out to dinner.
When the waiter came by, we ordered a few simple dinners off the menu. It was Susan's first day ever in Utah, so she was quite taken aback when the waiter asked us for ID when we ordered beers with dinner.
"Obviously I'm over twenty-one. Look I have a child," she said, reaching for her purse and pointing at Judy in her high chair. "And I'm just ordering beer with dinner, not drinks at a bar."
"Now see here, my good man," said Rex. "I'll have you know that all of my wives are of age. I certainly take no child brides. Well, except for that one over there." He pointed at baby Judy and smiled.
The waiter gave Rex a blank look as if he didn't think that that was funny at all, so Rex just got out his ID like the rest of us so that we could have beer.
As soon as the waiter was gone, Rex laughed and said to Susan, "It shows that you've never been to Utah before. Here merely having a small child is not at all an indication that you're over twenty-one."
Susan seemed almost creeped out by the incident. "What kind of place is this?" she asked.
"Welcome to Wonderland," said Rex.
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