My parents celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary the year before I got married.
One of my sisters sidled up to me, “When you are doing the seating for your reception, make sure to give me a good table. I got kind of a boring table last year.…”
The seating arrangements for after the wedding are the most difficult part: you try to keep everyone happy. Close to impossible, but finally settled upon.
Guests filed in, seats were taken, plates were filled, a toast was given, and the eating commenced. Then, a sudden movement to my left and one long, loud, wheeze brought everyone’s eyes to the far side of the room, where one guest suddenly stood and vomited an impressive column of bright yellow commotion. It was horizontal; the force was so strong.
Now, there were at least nine guests in the room who were doctors. They were glued to their chairs. Another column was produced. The crowd was transfixed. Finally, my uncle got up and helped the gentleman to the men’s room. They came back a bit later, my uncle paused and whispered in my ear “It was the chicken. It was a little dry. Everything is okay, now.” I kissed his cheek in thanks.
Yeah, my sister could say a lot of things. But she could not say her table was boring.
One of my sisters sidled up to me, “When you are doing the seating for your reception, make sure to give me a good table. I got kind of a boring table last year.…”
The seating arrangements for after the wedding are the most difficult part: you try to keep everyone happy. Close to impossible, but finally settled upon.
Guests filed in, seats were taken, plates were filled, a toast was given, and the eating commenced. Then, a sudden movement to my left and one long, loud, wheeze brought everyone’s eyes to the far side of the room, where one guest suddenly stood and vomited an impressive column of bright yellow commotion. It was horizontal; the force was so strong.
Now, there were at least nine guests in the room who were doctors. They were glued to their chairs. Another column was produced. The crowd was transfixed. Finally, my uncle got up and helped the gentleman to the men’s room. They came back a bit later, my uncle paused and whispered in my ear “It was the chicken. It was a little dry. Everything is okay, now.” I kissed his cheek in thanks.
Yeah, my sister could say a lot of things. But she could not say her table was boring.
Everyone needs an uncle who fixes everything.
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