Originally Posted by Socks

The first time I met my wife's parents was in the restaurant in the CN Tower, one of the tallest buildings in the world. They're from Mexico, and don't speak English. I didn't speak Spanish at the time. So there we are, sitting in a fancy restaurant, can't say anything to each other, and my future wife is late. Really late. Then a waiter comes to the table, says the police called and that she'd be late. They needed to keep her for questioning.

Turns out she saw a girl jump down on the subway tracks, get on all fours like a dog and take it in the face.

The police actually drove her to dinner, and even escorted her all the way to our table and apologized for her being late, etc.. (eye opening for people from Mexico, where the police rob you and nobody respects them at all)..

Anyway, she still ordered a steak... Marriage was just a triviality after that.