you’re a what?

Today Bryan and I went down to the Santa Clara Clerk-Recorder’s Office to get our marriage license. It was an easy process, whereupon the nice lady there gave Bryan and I a pamphlet on fun stuff like domestic violence, HIV/AIDS, genetic birth defects, etc. We were at the second window and to our left there was a young-ish couple also getting their marriage license and setting up a civil ceremony. On the marriage license application, they ask you to write down your occupation. The guy next to us wrote “street pharmacist” on his application. Seriously. The woman at his window couldn’t believe it. (Which is why I heard it, since she read it out loud to him to confirm it.)

Now this guy had a blue tear drop tattoo and was definitely not the most clean-cut of characters, but really? On a county application? On permanant record with the county that you’re a “street pharmacist?” Sweet jebus. He says, “Fine. Put “street drugs” on that.” What? WHAT?