My Friend Kicked Me Out of His Wedding – His Reason Stunned Me
When the buffet ran out of food at my friend’s wedding, my wife and I were shocked and told to leave. We had ordered pizza. We had no idea that our inebriated notion would set off a chain reaction of events that would make us doubt our choices and our relationships.
The wedding of my friend Tom pleased both my wife and me. There were roughly 70 people at the tiny, private gathering, most of them were family. Everyone there appeared genuinely delighted to be there, and the atmosphere was exuberant.
“Take a peek at the décor,” grinned my spouse. “They did a great job, didn’t they?”
Yes, it is gorgeous, I answered. “Tom and Linda look so happy.”
We took a seat at a table surrounded by amiable people. We struck up a conversation after introducing ourselves.
I introduced myself as Mike and said, “This is my wife, Sarah,” to the pair next to us.
It’s good to meet you! “My name is Jane, and this is Bob, my spouse,” the woman replied, grinning broadly.
It was a beautiful ceremony. After Tom and Linda exchanged vows, everyone was crying with happiness. We then went back to our seats and got ready to celebrate.
We loved the open bar. With drinks in hand and laughter filling the air, everyone was mingling. Each table had two bottles of wine, bread, and butter set out by the servers.
As he poured himself another glass, Bob exclaimed, “This wine is fantastic.” “Have you tried it, Mike?”
“Not yet, but I will,” I said, grabbing my glass in response.
The smorgasbord was soon announced. The emcee announced that tables would be called up one by one, beginning with the family tables.
“That makes sense,” Sarah commented. “Family first.”
As the first few tables were called, we observed. The buffet with its assortment of delicacies looked amazing. That being said, I discovered something alarming.
“Those dishes are heaped,” I said to Sarah. “I hope there’s enough for everyone.”
“Yeah, me too,” she scowled in response.
As time went on, more tables were requested. Family members came back with even fuller plates for seconds. As we waited, my stomach rumbled.
I said, “Finally!” as our table was called.
Nevertheless, the buffet was practically empty when we arrived. After struggling to put together a few fragments, we gave up and went back to our seats.
“This is all that’s left?” Glancing at her almost empty plate, Jane questioned.
I answered, “I’m afraid so.” “I can’t believe they ran out of food.”
Our table was filled with clearly unhappy people. The exuberance had given way to frustration.
“This is ridiculous!” Bob stated. “I’m still hungry.”
“Me, too,” Sarah replied. “What are we supposed to do now?”
Picking at our few bits, we sat there. Conversations in the vicinity become quiet and tense.
Jane mumbled, “Someone ought to have planned better.” “This is a wedding, for goodness’ sake.”
The groom, Tom, approached with a worried expression on his face.
He said, “Hey, Mike, is everything okay?”
“Not really, Tom,” I answered back. “There is no more food. Everybody is still ravenous.”
Tom’s expression darkened. “I truly apologize. I assumed that everyone would have plenty.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sarah said sweetly. “We’ll figure something out.”
We kept talking after Tom departed, attempting to salvage the situation as best we could.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we just ordered pizza?” In an attempt to lighten the mood, Bob joked.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I answered, feigning seriousness. “I’m starving.”
Jane responded, “Let’s do it,” her eyes brightening. “We can all pitch in.”
Everyone was in agreement, so we promptly combined our funds. I placed an order for four large pizzas and some wings over the phone at a neighboring pizzeria.
“Thirty minutes,” indicated the delivery man. “We’ll be right there.”
“Excellent,” I answered, sighing slightly.
We waited, getting more and more excited. The anticipation of the pizza’s arrival lightened the mood at our table.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Sarah chuckled. “This is going to be a story to tell!”
At last, the pizzas showed up. I felt other visitors’ eyes on me as I met the delivery man outside and carried the goods inside.
“Did you really order pizza?” an astonished one of them enquired.
Yes, I said with a smile. “Help yourselves if you didn’t get enough food.”
The ambiance at our table changed as we began to eat. Everyone was appreciative when we shared the pizzas with neighboring tables who had not been able to eat the buffet.
“This is the best idea ever!” Bob stated while savoring a piece. “Thanks, Mike!”
“No problem,” I answered, experiencing a feeling of solidarity. I didn’t notice, though, how the other tables were staring at us with obvious displeasure.
While I was eating my pizza, I couldn’t help but feel that something unpleasant was about to happen. At that moment, a tall man wearing a suit approached our table. I knew immediately that he was Linda’s father.
With a harsh tone, he said, “Pardon me.” “Where did you get that pizza?”
I sighed as I gazed up at him. “We placed the order. We were all still hungry because there wasn’t enough food at the buffet.”
His eyes narrowed as he cast a quick peek at the almost empty pizza boxes. “You didn’t get enough food?”
“No,” I said, attempting to maintain my composure. “By the time we got to the buffet, there was hardly anything left.”
The father of Linda scowled. “There are two remaining slices. Could I please have one?”
I was feeling a bit of disbelief and fury as I stared at him. “Really, no, sir. Most of the buffet was consumed by your family. To put food in our bellies, we had to order this.”
His face flushed. “You’re refusing to share?”
“Yes,” I firmly said. “We barely got to eat anything, and we’re still hungry.”
He was visibly furious as he stood there for a while. Subtly grumbling to himself, he turned and headed back to his table. There was a noticeable tension in the space. From across the room, I could see Linda, the bride, giving us a fierce look. The family at their table was aiming daggers at us and whispering.
“This isn’t good,” Jane said. “I think we’re in trouble.”
Tom returned, his expression troubled. “Mike, I’m sorry, but you and Sarah need to leave.”
“What? Why not?” I questioned, my fury rising.
Tom said, “Linda is really upset.” Her dad is enraged. They believe that by buying pizza and not sharing, you disregarded them.”
I shook my head, shocked by this. “Tom, we had no food. We meant no offense at all."
He answered, “I know,” with a sincere apology. But the stress it’s creating is too great. Just leave, please. We’ll discuss later."
I nodded, feeling both hurt and irritated. “Alright, we’ll leave.”
Gathering our belongings, Sarah and I departed from the reception. With a bad taste in our mouths, we took a cab and headed home.
I got a call from Tom a few days later. “Mike, can we talk?”
“Yes,” I replied, still a little irritated. “What’s up?”
Tom said, “I want to apologize.” “I spoke with Linda and her family for a very long time. It dawns on them now that there was insufficient food for everyone. Because her family took so much and left the other visitors with nothing, Linda is enraged with them.”
I was a little relieved as I answered, “I appreciate that, Tom.” “It was a tough situation for everyone.”
“Yes, indeed,” Tom concurred. “Linda’s dad is really upset over the incident. He desires to make amends with everyone.
“Are you serious? How?” Curious, I asked.
Tom clarified, “He’s organizing a ‘After Wedding Shindig.'” “Everyone who attended the wedding plus a few others will be invited, he says. Plenty of food and entertainment are planned. This time, he wants to ensure that nobody goes hungry.”
With real satisfaction, I said, “That sounds great.” “When is it?”
“Mid-August,” Tom answered back. “He’s going above and beyond and asking for favors. Food, beverages, music, and entertaining activities like axe throwing and bonfires will all be available.”
“Whoa, that sounds incredible,” I grinned. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Yes, me too,” Tom replied. “I hope this helps smooth things over.”
“I think it will,” I concurred.
I was relieved when I hung up the phone. Though uncomfortable and tight at times, it appeared that things were turning around for the better.
When I thought back on the entire experience, I was struck by how unexpected and peculiar it had all been. In the end, a solution that promised to be even more enjoyable than the original event was brought about by a simple lack of food, which had produced so much drama.
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