On the day that my wife and I got married, we ran into one problem after another.
If I was the type of person to believe in superstition, I might not have said yes on that day.
We stayed in a hotel the night before the wedding and we were in separate rooms. I didn’t sleep at all that night, because the air conditioner was making strange noises. I couldn’t turn the air conditioner off, because it was too warm and humid inside of the room. I was already irritated and tired when I got up in the morning and then my car would not start. I had to leave the car in the parking lot and take an Uber to the church. The wedding official was not the pastor that we planned to use, because the other guy got sick with the flu two days before our wedding day. I felt relieved after the two of us said I do. We drove together to the reception hall and I was starving by the time we arrived. I don’t think I ate much of my breakfast that morning. I was thinking about dinner during the toast and the first dance. The cake was set up in the corner of the room, away from the rest of the food. I didn’t realize the cake was sitting under a hot air vent. The caterer should have realized the cake was sitting under the hot air vent. Instead, the problem went unnoticed and the cake began to melt from the heat. By the time we cut the cake, half the flowers were dropping and laying on the bottom of the plate. The heater vent was the last of many disasters on that day.