My wife and I were shocked when we were kicked out of my friend’s wedding for ordering pizza when the buffet was sold out. Little did we know that our plan would trigger a whirlwind of drama that would make us question our actions and our friendships.
My wife and I were very excited to attend my friend Tom’s wedding. It was a small, intimate event with about 70 guests, mostly family members. The atmosphere was cheerful, and everyone seemed genuinely happy to be there.
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“Look at the decorations,” my wife said, smiling. “They did a beautiful job, didn’t they?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful,” I replied. “Tom and Linda look so happy.”
We found our seats at a table with friendly people. We introduced ourselves and started chatting.
“Hello, I’m Mike, and this is my wife, Sarah,” I said to the couple next to us.
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“Nice to meet you! I’m Jane, and this is my husband, Bob,” the woman said with a smile.
The ceremony was lovely. Tom and Linda exchanged vows, and everyone wept with joy. Afterward, we returned to our seats, ready to celebrate.
The open bar was a success. Everyone mingled, drinks in hand, and laughter filled the room. The waiters placed two bottles of wine on each table, along with bread and butter.
“This wine is fantastic,” Bob said, pouring himself another glass. “Have you tried it, Mike?”
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“Not yet, but I will,” I replied, holding out my glass.
Then the buffet was announced. The master of ceremonies explained that the tables would be called a few at a time, starting with the family.
“It makes sense,” Sarah said. “Family first.”
We watched the first tables being called. The buffet looked incredible, with a wide variety of dishes. However, I noticed something concerning.
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“These plates are full to bursting,” I said to Sarah. “I hope there’s enough for everyone.”
“Yes, me too,” she replied, frowning.
Time passed, and other tables were called. Family members returned for more, their plates even fuller than before. My stomach growled as we waited.
“Finally!” I said when our table was called.
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But when we reached the buffet, it was almost empty. We managed to scrounge up some leftovers and returned to our seats, disappointed.
“Is that all there is left?” Jane asked, looking at her almost empty plate.
“I’m afraid so,” I replied. “I can’t believe they ran out of food.”
Everyone at our table was visibly upset. The mood had shifted from joy to frustration.
“That’s ridiculous!” said Bob. “I’m still hungry.”
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“Me too,” Sarah added. “What are we supposed to do now?”
We sat there, picking at our meager portions. The mood began to change.
“Someone should have planned better,” Jane muttered. “It’s a wedding, for heaven’s sake.”
Tom, the groom, approached with a concerned look.
“Hey, Mike, are you okay?” he asked.
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“Not really, Tom,” I replied. “There’s no more food. We’re all still hungry.”
Tom replied. “I’m so sorry. I thought there would be enough for everyone.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sarah said kindly. “We’ll find a solution.”
After Tom left, we continued to talk, trying to make the best of the situation.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if we just ordered a pizza?” Bob said jokingly.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I said, half-seriously. “I’m starving.”
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“Let’s do it,” said Jane. “We can all participate.”
Everyone agreed, and we quickly chipped in. I called a nearby pizzeria and ordered four large pizzas and some wings.
“Thirty minutes,” said the delivery man. “We’ll be right there.”
“Perfect,” I replied, feeling a little relieved.
We waited, our impatience growing. The mood at our table began to improve as we imagined the pizza’s arrival.
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Sarah said, laughing. “This is going to be a story to tell!”
Finally, the pizzas arrived. I met the delivery man outside and carried the boxes inside, feeling the other guests’ gazes on me.
“Did you really order pizza?” one of them asked, surprised.
“Yes,” I replied, smiling. “Help yourself if you haven’t had enough to eat.”
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As we began to eat, the atmosphere at our table transformed. We shared pizzas with neighboring tables who had also missed the buffet, and everyone was grateful.
“That’s the best idea in the world!” said Bob, biting into a slice. “Thanks, Mike!”
“No problem,” I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie. However, I didn’t notice the other tables looking at us with obvious disapproval.
I tried to enjoy my pizza, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. At that moment, a tall man in a suit, whom I recognized as Linda’s father, approached our table.
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“Excuse me,” he said, his voice stern. “Where did you get this pizza?”
I looked up at him and sighed. “We ordered it. There wasn’t enough food left at the buffet, and we were all still hungry.”
He glanced at the nearly empty pizza boxes, his eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you get enough food?”
“No,” I replied, trying to remain calm. “By the time we got to the buffet, there was almost nothing left.”
Linda’s father frowns. “There are two slices left. Can I have one?”
A man sitting with his plate of pizza | Source: Midjourney
I looked at him, feeling a mixture of frustration and disbelief. “Honestly, sir, no. Your family ate most of the food. We had to order this just to get something to eat.”
His face turned red. “You refuse to share?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “We’ve barely had a chance to eat anything, and we’re still hungry.”
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He stood there for a moment, visibly angry. Then he turned and walked back to his table, muttering under his breath. The tension in the room was palpable. I could see the bride, Linda, glancing at us from across the room. The family at their table was whispering and glaring at us.
“This isn’t good,” Jane said quietly. “I think we’re in trouble.”
Tom came back to us, looking distressed. “Mike, I’m sorry, but you and Sarah have to go.”
An upset groom approaches his friend | Source: Midjourney
“What? Why?” I asked, feeling a surge of anger.
“Linda is really upset,” Tom explained. “Her dad is furious. They think you disrespected them by ordering a pizza and not sharing.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Tom, we were starving. We meant no disrespect.”
“I know,” he said, sounding genuinely sorry. “But this is causing too much tension. Please go away. We’ll talk later.”
Feeling frustrated and hurt, I agreed. “Okay, we’ll leave.”
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Sarah and I gathered our things and left the reception. We called a taxi and headed home, the evening ending on a sour note.
A few days later, Tom called me. “Mike, can we talk?”
“Sure,” I replied, still feeling a little annoyed. “What is it?”
“I’d like to apologize,” Tom began. “I had a long talk with Linda and her family. They now realize there wasn’t enough food for everyone. Linda is furious with her family for taking so much and leaving the other guests with nothing.”
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“I appreciate that, Tom,” I said, feeling a little relieved. “It was a difficult situation for everyone.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Tom agreed. “Linda’s father feels very bad about what happened. He wants to make it up to everyone.”
“Really? How?” I asked.
“He’s having an after-wedding party,” Tom explained. “He’s going to invite everyone who was at the wedding, plus a few more. There will be lots of food and entertainment. He wants to make sure no one goes hungry this time.”
A happy man on his phone | Source: Midjourney
“That sounds great,” I said, genuinely delighted. “When is it?”
“Mid-August,” Tom replied. “He’s calling in favors and going all out. There’ll be food, drinks, music, and even fun activities like axe throwing and a bonfire.”
“Wow, that looks amazing,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait.”
“Me too,” said Tom. “I hope this will smooth things over.”
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“I think that will do it,” I agreed.
As I hung up the phone, I felt a sense of relief. The situation had been awkward and tense, but it seemed like things were moving in a positive direction.
Reflecting on the whole ordeal, I realized how unexpected and strange it all had been. A simple lack of food had caused so much drama, but ultimately, it had provided a solution that promised to be even more fun than the original event.
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