It's a bad day for a white wedding
Weddings bring most people thoughts of joy, happiness, elegance, and romance. Others feel an unnerving sense of dread and fear. That’s probably because they’ve been on the receiving end of the fury of a bridezilla, her momzilla, or even a sisterzilla. What is it about weddings that brings out the absolute worst in some people? Read these wedding horror stories to find out.
Short Order Flowers
We had a bride and her mother show up at 9 a.m. They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother of the bride cattelya orchid corsage, a boutonniere for the groom, and six smaller ones for the groomsmen. The wedding was scheduled for noon. Yep, three hours from then, and they wanted them ready by the time they were done with thier makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.
The bride was flipping through the FTD sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. She was absolutely gobsmacked that we didn’t carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers at all times. My boss told them that since they didn’t place an order beforehand they would be limited to what we had in stock, and simple styles that could be assembled quickly. The bride and her mom kept pointing at the book and arguing that we should have those specific flowers in stock. My boss eventually took the book off the desk and tossed it behind the counter.
The bride vacillated between tears and petulant whining that we were going to ruin her big day. My boss, who had a bone-deep loathing for brides in general, told her she had ruined her own day by not ordering her flowers before her actual wedding day. The mom tried chewing out my boss for her lack of customer service skills. My boss told her that she was welcome to go down the street to Vons and ask their flower department to make thier order with whatever they had in stock. The mom said she’d do just that, and reassured the bride that she’d have her flowers done by the time her appointment was over. Both women stormed out.
I figured that was that, but my boss told me and the other girl to start on six simple dendrobium orchid bouts. Meanwhile she threw together a ribbon wrapped bridal bouquet with some white roses that were nearly past thier prime and some more dendros.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later the mother of the bride slunk back in and meekly asked if we were still able to assemble what they needed. We did. We also charged her a very large tax- ahem, rush fee. (Haceldama)
I worked at David’s Bridal, and I have to say that I never really had a terrible bride. It was always the moms, grandmas, sisters and friends that were terrible. Either they hated what the bride would pick out for them to wear or they would hate what she was picking out for herself to wear. At DB we have strict appointment guidelines when it comes to time, and a lot of brides that would bring entourages wouldn’t find a dress because everyone would bombard her with their opinions and overwhelm them.
The worst thing I’ve ever witnessed was when a bride that always struggled with her weight came in. She was overweight and had been working extremely hard on it over the last year. It was a slower day and we all loved her story and wanted to make that day special so we all decided to help. She finally found a dress that she loved and she started crying along with most of us.
Then she looked at her mom and asked for her opinion and her mom looked at her and said “You look fat in it.” We all stood there in silence, and the bride lost her happiness. She asked to be assisted in taking it off and they left.
It was one of the saddest days that I had experienced there. (Adnarim-Rekanoh)
I worked at a high end bridal shop in my early 20s. One day, I had a bride-to-be shopping for a gown and she had brought her Mom, Aunt, and sister (who had just become a new mom) with her to her appointment. The sister was obviously a little jealous that attention was no longer being lavished on her and her new baby, and instead the bride was the now the center of attention.
As I was fitting the bride in a $2500 Lazaro Bridal Gown, the sister decided to change her newborn’s diaper in the dressing room and proceeded to hold the poop-filled diaper up to the gold-hued gown and exclaim “look the colors almost match!”
I excused myself from the room for fresh air and to regain composure. In my experience- the brides were rarely the problem- the family was! (jackerick84)