Wedding Jitters
Story by Geoff Currier
I was standing in line at Our Market on a Saturday morning in October
when I heard the screech of tires in the parking lot. As I looked out the door,
two young women burst out of a white stretch limo and charged toward the store.
The first through the door was a bride, clutching her train in one hand and her
purse in the other. The maid of honor, who was having a difficult time running
in high heels, was right behind her.
Inside the store they immediately
made for the liquor section, where the bride hastily snatched a bottle of
Jägermeister off the shelf. Then she crossed over to the checkout line and fell
in behind me.
“Would you like to cut in front?” I asked. It
seemed like the thing to do.
“Oh, that would be great,” she
replied, trying to catch her breath, “I’m in kind of a
hurry.”
“Let me guess, you’re getting married,” I said.
“Yeah, in about twenty minutes,” she replied, as she fumbled
through her purse and threw a wad of bills down on the counter.
The maid of honor then raced up to the cashier with a six-pack of Corona and said to the
bride, “Here, you better get this too.” She then turned to the rest
of us in line and explained, “She’s a little nervous.”