ColumbiaMagazine.com
Printed from:

Welcome to Columbia Magazine  
 



































 
Carol Perkins: Angel saves heroine from shower disaster

Bridal shower, that is. When Carol had assumed a name for the bride-to-be, and panic set in during the event. Click on headline to read how miracle saved the day
Next previous Carol Perkins column: The Lizard Whistle Story

By Carol Perkins

I knew the groom-to-be, but I didn't know his fiance very well. I thought her name was Missy. Missy sounded familiar, so that is the name I put on the card. To Paul and Missy.

The crowd had gathered for the bridal shower and the smiling couple began opening their long line of gifts. They started at the far end of the table, opposite of where I had placed mine. For some reason, as I watched them open each one, I second-guessed myself about the name I had written on the card. Why had I put a name in the first place? What if her name wasn't Missy? I think that was his last girlfriend's name. What if I have confused them?



I turned to the lady sitting next to me and out of the side of my mouth I whispered, "I can't remember his fiance's name." She whispered back, "Not sure." Sweat popped out.

I went to the punch bowl and leaned into the server over the pineapple/banana punch: "Do you know what the girl's name is he's going to marry? I can't remember?" She said, "I think it's Linda. I only met her today." Linda was not the name I had put on the card. I better find out quickly, so I went to the young man's aunt. "It's Linda. Why?" I didn't have time to answer. "What have you done?" She started to follow me. Then she put her hand over her mouth to avoid laughing because she figured it out when she saw the mad look in my eyes as I dashed for the gift table.

Knowing I had only minutes before they reached my gift, I had no choice. I stuck my hand under the tissue paper and removed the card. There were three of us at the gift table and I felt like the centerpiece! The couple glanced up but went on with their opening. Later, some of the guests would ask what had happened. "Wrong card" was all I said. When the couple reached for my gift and tried to find a card or an identity, I announced it was from me. WHEW!

What if the card had been inside a wrapped box? This was one of those moments when an angel was sitting-no stomping on my shoulder and pushing me to get that card out of that bag. It pays to know the bride or at least ask before putting a name on a card. How embarrassing that would have been for the three of us!


This story was posted on 2018-05-25 06:07:38
Printable: this page is now automatically formatted for printing.
Have comments or corrections for this story? Use our contact form and let us know.



 

































 
 
Quick Links to Popular Features


Looking for a story or picture?
Try our Photo Archive or our Stories Archive for all the information that's appeared on ColumbiaMagazine.com.

 

Contact us: Columbia Magazine and columbiamagazine.com are published by Linda Waggener and Pen Waggener, PO Box 906, Columbia, KY 42728.
Phone: 270.403.0017


Please use our contact page, or send questions about technical issues with this site to webmaster@columbiamagazine.com. All logos and trademarks used on this site are property of their respective owners. All comments remain the property and responsibility of their posters, all articles and photos remain the property of their creators, and all the rest is copyright 1995-Present by Columbia Magazine. Privacy policy: use of this site requires no sharing of information. Voluntarily shared information may be published and made available to the public on this site and/or stored electronically. Anonymous submissions will be subject to additional verification. Cookies are not required to use our site. However, if you have cookies enabled in your web browser, some of our advertisers may use cookies for interest-based advertising across multiple domains. For more information about third-party advertising, visit the NAI web privacy site.