Time For A Beat Down
My sister Kelly has a
new post about some tool, and I am really mad at these types of people. From her post:
Rachael's rehearsal dinner is tomorrow evening because her wedding is on Saturday and guess who decided to back out of the wedding...yeah the best man. Oh my God! He decided that he no longer wants to be best man because he doesn't want to be fitted for his tuxedo.So, I don't even feel like writing more, I'm just going to repost my comment I made on her blog:
WHAT!?! Give me his address. I'll get a couple of guys together and we'll *
make* him get his act together. I know I use this expression a lot, but if anybody has
ever deserved a punch in the face, it's this guy. So, pretty much, not only is this guy not best man material, but he's not even a friend? Being a bum or some other stranger asked to be in the wedding from off of the street is the only conclusion that makes sense. Months (or years) of planning go into this time, and his name has been printed on hundreds of pieces of paper already, his name has been given to the DJ for announcement at the reception, the priests probably knows his name, the placement/order of the wedding party has already been determined such that height and personalities don't clash, none of the other groomsmen have had months to decide what their toast is going to sound like, plus a laundry list of more things.
I'm getting more and more mad, so pardon any
french I speak here... If this ass even shows his face at the wedding then he is 1000 times more of an idiot than I already think he is. I swear, if he does come I will find him and pull him out to the parking lot and take care of things.
Like I said, unless his is some sort of a stranger, or maybe a mentally handicapped individual. Maybe they asked a stranger to be the best man and he decided it would be fun to go along with. But then, as the day was nearing, he thought, "Man, I don't even know who these people are, I better back out of this wedding before something bad happens." I can understand that. If this chump DROPPED OUT OF THE WEDDING because he didn't want to get his tux fit... I don't know. I'm breathing hard and my veins are starting to pop out.
I'll let you decide what should happen.