Here’s a story from a few years ago (pre-blog):
The bride and groom were moving to Los Angeles the day after the wedding, so the reception theme was “A Farewell to Chicago.” They held the reception in a hall where they had gone to hear many bands, with catering by a well-known Chicago pizza place. Without a full-service caterer, they needed someone to set the tables, hire and supervise the serving staff and bartenders, and generally make things run. I made sure that the hall was ready for the reception, including setting tables for 150 guests, coordinated the caterer, the bar, and the band, and I made sure that the bride, the groom, and their families could have a good time without worrying about anything.
The caterer had not quite brought enough pizza for everyone. I think they underestimated how much people would eat. When the supply of food was dwindling as the line moved through the buffet, I knew I had to act. I whispered to the bride that there was a little problem, and she asked me to take care of it. After consulting with her mother about payment, I asked the catering manager to supply more food. He managed to get it there within a reasonable amount of time, and I don’t think anyone but the bride, her mother, and me knew that there was ever a shortage.
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