Some people decide to spend enormous amounts of money on weddings, with the idea that they want everything to be perfect. But of course, life isn't perfect, so these people are inevitably disappointed when the most trivial thing goes wrong.
These people all worked in the wedding industry, and each had a nightmarish experience with a bride who had zero chills.
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She Made A Big Mistake
“I once worked in a bakery, and we had this bride freak out that her cake wasn’t right. We tried to explain, but she wouldn’t calm down and instead proceeded to smash the cake to bits with her fist.
What we were trying to explain to her was that she was looking at (and had just destroyed) the wrong cake. She had just caused $500 in damages to our company. The cops allowed her to wash her hands before placing her in handcuffs. I felt bad for her future husband, and for the couple that ordered the destroyed cake. People are crazy sometimes.”
I Want Flowers, And I Want Them Now!
“I’m a florist. We had a bride, and her mother show up at 9 am. They wanted to order a bridal bouquet, a mother of the bride cattleya 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 their makeup appointment at the beauty parlor a few doors down.
The bride was flipping through the FTD Flowers sample book and pointing out the style and flowers she wanted. Think garden roses with long sweeping trails of stephanotis and variegated ivy, all three of which would require at least a week’s notice. She was absolutely gobsmacked that we didn’t carry extremely expensive and highly perishable flowers at all times. Same with the cattleya orchid for the mom’s corsage.
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 their 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 the other girl and me 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 their prime and some more rhododendrons. Sure enough, 20 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 huge whiner tax–ahem, rush fee.”
She Picked The Wrong Time To Be A Cheapo
“I worked as a wedding planner and coordinator, and one bride stands out to me because she was so inconsistent with all the vendors. She was a complete sweetheart to me during the planning phase, and I never saw any of the crazy until the day of the wedding. It was honestly like a Jekyll and Hyde moment.
She wanted a big wedding, around 300 people, and spent a lot of money on the venue and food and wanted the best for everything. She had no complaints about paying for it either, and she never asked for discounts or anything like that. Since she wanted the best and seemed to have a really large budget, I referred her to a popular baker for the cake. I let her handle the logistics for the cake since I’ve worked with this baker before and never had any problems. I figured they would do the standard cake tasting, pick a design with the baker, and I would see a gorgeous masterpiece on the day of the wedding.
Well, that didn’t work out. For some reason, she didn’t want to tell the baker that it was for a wedding. I’m guessing she read that you can save money by ordering a regular cake because some vendors will automatically add an extra charge if it’s for a wedding. Anyways, she decided she didn’t want to pay for a wedding cake, so she told the baker it was for a birthday party. The baker asked how many people the cake would need to serve and she said ‘around 50.’ She also didn’t want to pay the delivery fee, so she had her sister pick up the cake on the morning of the wedding and bring it to the event.
We live in Texas, and this is a summer wedding. By the time the cake got to the venue (about six hours after it was picked up from the bakery), it didn’t look all that great anymore. Some of the decorations had melted, the cake got a little banged up in the car ride, and there was icing on the inside of the box, and the entire cake was sagging on one side. It was also way too small for a wedding of her size. I saw it, and it looked like a complete disaster. But at this point, we’re about an hour away from the start of the wedding, and there’s no possible way to fix this.
The bride comes into the reception room with her makeup all done and sees the cake and completely flips out. She’s screaming, crying, throwing things, and collapsing on the floor. It was a complete meltdown. She threatens to cancel the whole wedding if we can’t fix it. We try to calm her down as much as we can, before grabbing the makeup artist and asking if she can help fix the bride’s makeup, which is a mess now. The bride sees herself in the mirror and has another meltdown because she ruined her hair and makeup and now wants to have the whole thing re-done. After she gets everything done to perfection again, we’re about an hour behind schedule. I let the guests come into the reception room to wait because it seemed cruel to force everyone to sit outside in 100-degree heat, but when she saw that everyone was inside, she had another meltdown.
She spent the entire wedding sulking with a scowl on her face and refused to take any pictures with people. Her new husband kept coming over to hug her and try to cheer her up, and she would either yell at him or give him the silent treatment. Most of the guests left early because of the uncomfortable atmosphere. So pretty much a waste of the $200,000 budget for a lavish wedding, all because she wanted to save a couple hundred bucks on the cake.”
Everybody Was Out To Get Her, Or So She Thought
“I work as a wedding server, and it’s an excellent job. I love it. As soon as someone says ‘bridezilla,’ this one story where the manager of our hotel had to shut down the wedding halfway through comes to mind. This was the bridezilla of all the bridezillas I’ve ever seen.
There were a lot of little things leading up that were casual bridezilla until the wedding took a sharp turn. At one point she accused the wedding server staff of stealing her veil, then the manager found it in her room and also showed her the card swipes to her room, only proving she had been in the room that day.
About 20 minutes later, she was screaming at some poor front desk employee accusing her of stealing her wedding boots. The manager intervened, and after a long talk the photographer told them he had a photo of the boots on the staircase of the church, and asked if she had worn them since. When she said no, she told us it was our job as the host of the party to have her boots picked up and then make sure she had them (the church was not related to our reception hall at all).
Shortly after, she started opening the wedding gifts frantically inside the ballroom and screaming at anyone and everyone, guests included, saying someone had stolen her wedding certificate.