They Treated Us Like Servants at Their Wedding

When we pulled up to the elegant Belmont Estate for Sarah and Tom’s big day, we were dressed for celebration — not for manual labor. But instead of champagne and music, we were greeted with clipboards and marching orders. “Crazy timing,” Sarah said cheerfully, ushering us into a side room. “Our event staff bailed last minute, so we figured — who better to step in than our incredible friends?” It quickly became clear:

there were no caterers, no bartenders, no cleanup crew. Just us — a group of invited guests, now suddenly responsible for setting up decorations, refilling drinks, scrubbing bathrooms, and yes — folding napkins into swans (thanks to a video tutorial queued up in the kitchen).All the while, Sarah’s relatives lounged comfortably with cocktails, tossing out passive-aggressive advice like, “Handle those floral arrangements gently — they’re custom.” After several hours of unpaid labor, a few of us huddled near the drinks table for a breather and realized:

no help was coming. We weren’t guests anymore — we were the unpaid staff. That’s when we made a group decision: no wedding presents. Our backaches and blistered feet were gift enough.

Later that night, as Sarah and Tom began unwrapping gifts, I stood up and calmly shared our collective decision: “We’ve chosen to keep our presents — in exchange for our services tonight.” Sarah’s expression shifted from joy to rage in record time. She started yelling, flailing her arms — and in the chaos, lost her balance and toppled backward… right into the wedding cake. There she sat, drenched in buttercream and disbelief, while we — a tired but triumphant group — made our exit, heads held high and wallets untouched. We never received a thank-you. But watching that cake collapse? That was plenty.