Am I the only one that thinks it's pretty low-class to even *joke* about how someone else's loss puts a crimp in your weekend plans?
I have to do something tomorrow I'm dreading. I'm shopping for bridesmaid dresses. It's not so much the dresses that have me in a foul mood, it's the bride. Don't ask. I'm too ticked off to explain that one.
So one of the other maids can't make it tomorrow. Know why? No, of course you don't. I will tell you why. She can't make it because SOMEONE DIED. She has to go to a funeral - not a family member, not a close friend. It's an aquaintence of a friend's. Regardless, we're talking death.
And the bride? All she can do is crack jokes inferring that this deceased woman had the nerve to die and set a funeral on the same weekend she's going to pick out gowns. What the hell?!
I want to smack her. I do. I really do.
Hard.
3 comments:
Do it - smack her! ;-)
I'd be happy to help you with the ritual smacking of the insensitive boob.
It amazes me how self-centred some people can be, as if they feel the entire world revolves around them. Weddings seem to make bad people even worse. I wish I could explain it.
I hope the nasty words of the spoiled brat of a bride don't get back to her bridesmaid.
It's amazing how important some brides feel their weddings are. I hope she gets a little more perspective!
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