So I'm wandering through the fine china section of Macy's or Bullock's or Robinson's or one of those damned stores and I'm carrying a purse. I'm carrying it in the prescribed guy-style, the strap all bunched up and held in a fist, and I'm radiating I'm-here-because-my-wife-is rays.

After spending as much time as I can stand perusing different random, expensive, ugly crystal thingies -- thirty-five seconds -- I wander over to the bridal registry because, hey, it's a computer and they've got some sort of weird power over me.

I switch hands with the purse and start punching up random names, just to see what people want when they get married. "Groom," I tell it. "Smith. A."

"Adrian Smith," it turns out, is a pretty common name and there're several registered wherever I am. But a particular Adrian Smith catches my eye: Adrian "Bink" Smith.

That's what it says in the registry: Adrian "Bink" Smith. This means that someone who goes by the name "Bink" is old enough to get married. His fiancee calls him "Bink." His co-workers call him "Bink." His children will call him "Bink," then giggle and run away.

I wonder how badly you have to hate the name "Adrian" to go with "Bink."

So anyway, I print out the registry for Bink and his lovely bride. It's pretty typical stuff, all the things that young couples need -- like random, expensive, ugly crystal thingies, for instance.

But at the bottom of the list is a surprise: camping gear -- a tent, two sleeping bags, a gas stove, a lantern. And at the top is the address where gifts can be mailed...

Ever since Joanne forbade me from stealing business cards out of the win-a-free-meal fishbowls at restaurants and calling the people up to tell them they're no longer in the running, I've been nursing a bad need to introduce weirdness into the lives of strangers.

So Bink's going to get some mail soon, and I'm going to claim we met camping. Remember the great time we had, Bink, old boy? Ha ha! Remember when we got lost hiking? And remember when the girls fell in the river? Ha ha! Oh, and remember you borrowed twenty bucks?