Wedding Crashers

We were invited to a wedding Saturday evening.
It was the daughter of a big mucky-muck Mike works with and promised to be a fancy affair.
It began at 6, so we got all gussied up and invited another couple over for some pre-wedding cocktails.

We executed our plan with perfection, arriving at the Church at promptly 5:55.
With no time to waste, Pam placed our Wedding cards into the basket on the gift table as I signed the guest book.

As a handsome young usher offered his arm to escort me down the aisle,
Gary caught a glimpse of the crowd already seated.
“I don’t recognize a (bleep-bleep) person here”, he said in his not-so-inside voice.
Heads turned, and smiles quickly changed to looks of suspicion as Gary continued his rant…
“These are the Methodists! We’re in the wrong (bleep-bleep) Church!”

In a split second we had gone from “Respectable Guests” to “Wedding Crashers”.

But after a “not-so-gracious” exit (we feverishly rummaged through the gift card basket to retrieve our wedding cash) and a flurry of phone calls…
We made it to the (right) Church on time!