jonattonyeah usually thereās someone on the guest list who hasnāt quite managed to āmove onā and canāt resist stirring the pot after a livener or ten.
the first wedding party I ever worked at as a 16 year old waiter was a fancy do for about 200 guest, Iām dishing out spuds late afternoon when suddenly a guy pushes his chair back, grabs this absolute sort by her ankles and literally drags her 200 yards across the room and deposits her outside the entrance before resuming his seat and tucking in like nothing ever happened.
Iāll never forget the sight of that metallic green dress being dragged off over her head by the carpet, nor the sounds of her anguished cries. Or her knickers.
guess she said the wrong thing huh.
