Under the orange tree

It was my wedding day, and we were gathered in the church for pre-wedding photographs. My bridesmaids seemed a bit a-flutter, so I asked them what they were talking about.

“Who is that guy who looks like Walt Disney?” asked Sara, who should know — she used to be a costumer for the Disney parks.

I couldn’t figure out who she meant, since Walt would have been perfectly welcome at my wedding but was kind of unavailable. They pointed to the lanky guy laughing with my father near the back of the church. Then I burst out laughing.