A cousin brought a date to the wedding. The date was the groom's ex-girlfriend, who spent the reception toasting loudly to "what could have been" until security walked her out mid-speech.
A loud man shoved to the front of the bank queue, waving papers, demanding to close a big deal ahead of everyone. The manager he insulted on the way in turned out to be the one signing it.
A man across the street was waving enthusiastically, so I waved back the whole way down the block. He was waving at the bus behind me. I made eye contact with everyone on that bus.
She said her dress was "cream." It was a floor-length white gown with a small train. She arrived early for photos, positioned herself beside the aisle, and told guests she was "the other bride."
On my third day at a huge company I meant to send one private joke to one friend. I sent it to the entire staff mailing list. All four thousand of them. With a typo.
