When the entitled Mitchells demanded that I remove some “garbage” from the garage of my late parents’ home, I begrudgingly complied. But a week later, once they realized the true value of those items, they called and begged me to return them. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to teach them a lesson.
I never thought selling my parents’ house would be this complicated. I mean, I had already spent weeks cleaning, organizing, and reliving memories I wasn’t quite ready to part with.
Then I got hit with a ridiculous request from the new owners. When I got the call from my realtor two days after the closing, I knew my work wasn’t done.
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“Joyce, the new owners are complaining about some ‘garbage’ left in the garage,” my realtor, Sarah, said, her voice tense with the stress of mediating between me and the Mitchells.
“Garbage?” I echoed, baffled. I had meticulously cleaned every inch of that place. “What are they talking about?”
“Apparently, they’re saying you left behind a bunch of stuff and they want it gone immediately. They’re threatening to charge you for additional cleaning costs if you don’t take care of it.”
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I sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Of course they are. Alright, I’ll drive back and sort it out. Can’t have them messing with my credit or anything.”
Balancing life as a widowed single mother of three was tough enough without adding entitled new homeowners into the mix. My kids, Emma, Jake, and Liam, needed me, but so did this situation.
So, I took a day off from work, arranged for a friend to watch the kids, and prepared for the two-hour drive back to my parents’ old house.
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As I drove, I mentally braced myself for what I assumed would be a minor cleanup. The Mitchells had seemed alright during the sale process, but now their true colors were showing.
Rich people’s problems, I thought. Must be nice to have nothing better to do than harass someone over imaginary trash.
When I finally arrived, I unlocked the garage and was hit with a wave of irritation.
“This is the garbage?” I snapped. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
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My parents had built this house when they both retired and the so-called “garbage” was spare building materials.
It included valuable items like extra hardwood flooring, custom tiles, expensive light bulbs for the high-end lighting fixtures, and custom paint cans with specific color codes for the house.
There was even the middle section of a custom dining room table that was part of the original design.
Unbelievable.
I rolled up my sleeves and got to work, cursing under my breath.
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Hours passed as I carefully loaded everything into my van. The Mitchells had acknowledged these items during the house inspection—had even seemed interested in them. Now, they were nothing but an inconvenience to their grand renovation plans.
Just as I was strapping down the last paint can, Thomas and Shelley arrived. Shelley, with her perfectly coiffed hair and designer sunglasses perched on her head, looked at me with thinly veiled disdain.
“About time you got here,” Thomas said, crossing his arms. “We’ve been waiting all morning.”
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“Yeah, well, some of us have actual responsibilities,” I snapped, immediately regretting my tone but too tired to care.
Shelley glanced into the van. “I hope you’re planning to take all of that with you. We don’t need any of your junk cluttering up our space.”
“Junk?” I laughed, a bitter edge to my voice. “This ‘junk’ is worth a lot more than you realize. Extra flooring, custom tiles, specialty light bulbs, and paint with the exact codes for this house. I was doing you a favor by leaving it behind.”
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Thomas scoffed. “We don’t need these old, dusty things. We’ll buy new materials.”
I shook my head, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Well, good luck with that. It’s all yours now. I’m done.”
Driving back, a mix of frustration and satisfaction battled within me. Sure, it was infuriating that the Mitchells didn’t appreciate the value of what I’d left, but at least I’d done the right thing.
Maybe I could sell the stuff and make some extra cash. God knows we could use it.
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A week later, I was back to my usual routine when my phone rang. It was Sarah again. “Joyce, you’re not going to believe this.”
“What now?”
“The Mitchells need those materials back. Turns out they can’t proceed with their renovations without them.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. They’re practically begging for you to return everything.”
“Wow,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Looks like I’m not the only one with responsibilities, after all.”
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It was almost poetic, the irony of it all. The Mitchells, who had dismissed me so easily, were now at my mercy. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
But I also saw an opportunity to teach them a valuable lesson about humility and respect.
I called Thomas later that afternoon. “Hi Thomas, it’s Joyce. Sarah told me you need those materials, after all. I’ve been thinking about your situation, and I believe I can help.”
“Oh, thank God,” he said, relief evident in his voice.
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“We really need those items back. What do we need to do?”
“Well,” I began, savoring the moment, “considering the effort and time it took for me to remove everything, plus the inconvenience and the storage costs, I think it’s only fair you compensate me for it. And let’s not forget the actual value of the materials.”
There was a long silence on the other end. “How much are we talking about?” he finally asked, his tone wary.
I named my price, deliberately setting it high.
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“And just so you know,” I added, “I’ve already got interested buyers for the hardwood and other materials. So, if you’re not willing to pay, I can easily sell them.”
“That’s outrageous!” Shelley’s voice cut in, sharp and indignant. “You’re extorting us!”
“I’m merely asking for fair compensation,” I replied calmly. “You called these items ‘garbage’ and demanded their removal. I went out of my way to do that for you, and now you realize their value. I think it’s reasonable to be compensated for my time, effort, and the storage costs.”
A woman speaking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“Let’s be clear,” Thomas interjected, trying to regain control. “We’ll pay, but not that much. It’s absurd!”
I held my ground. “That’s my offer. Take it or leave it. Your renovation plans are at a standstill without these materials, right?”
The silence that followed was deafening. I could almost see them seething on the other end of the line.
“Alright,” Thomas finally said, his voice tight with anger. “We’ll pay your price.”
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The next day, we arranged to meet at the house. As I unloaded the van, I could see the strain on their faces. This was more than just a financial transaction; it was a humbling experience for them.
Shelley looked particularly sour, but Thomas seemed to be trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.
“I hope you understand now,” I said, handing over the final box of custom tiles, “the importance of respecting people’s time and effort. What you dismissed as garbage turned out to be essential for your plans.”
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Thomas nodded, his expression hard to read. “We understand,” he said quietly. “And we apologize for the way we treated you.”
Shelley mumbled something that might have been an apology, though it sounded more like a begrudging acknowledgment. I didn’t press it. I had what I needed—a sense of justice and a sizable compensation.
Driving away, I felt a surge of accomplishment. I had stood my ground and turned a frustrating situation into a positive outcome for my family. The money would go a long way.
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Maybe we’d finally take that vacation we’d been dreaming about, or I could start a college fund for the kids. It marked a new chapter for us, one of empowerment and resilience.
That evening, as I sat around the dinner table with Emma, Jake, and Liam, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction.
“What’s for dinner, Mom?” Jake asked, eyeing the stove.
“Something special,” I said with a smile. “We’re celebrating.”
“Celebrating what?” Emma asked, her curiosity piqued.
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“Let’s just say, sometimes standing up for yourself pays off in unexpected ways,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “And I think we’ve earned a little celebration.”
We enjoyed a rare meal out that night, the kids’ faces lighting up as I told them about our potential vacation. They were ecstatic, their excitement infectious.
And as I tucked them into bed later that night, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Life had thrown us a curveball, but we had hit it out of the park. The Mitchells might have learned a lesson, but so had I. We were stronger, more resilient, and ready to face whatever came next.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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10 Unbelievably Greedy Wedding Demands That Push All Limits
We’re gathered here today to celebrate… outrageous wedding demands! From pay-per-slice cake to gift lists that rival Christmas, you’ll be grateful your invite got ‘lost.’ Get ready to laugh (and cry) as we dive into 10 weddings where the vows come with a price tag!
Weddings: a time of love, joy, and… complete insanity? You bet! We’ve rounded up 10 tales of nuptial nonsense that’ll make you laugh, cringe, and maybe reconsider that destination wedding. From cash-grabbing cousins to hair-raising drama, these stories prove that some folks take “bridezilla” to a whole new level. So sit back, grab some popcorn, and prepare to witness the train wrecks of matrimonial madness!
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1. Vegas, Baby! And Don’t Forget to Bring a Gift You’ll Never See in Action
My cousin Susy’s wedding was a masterclass in audacity. First, she sent out save-the-dates. Then… crickets. Getting antsy, I messaged her about invites.
“Oh, we’re just doing a small Vegas thing now. Money’s tight,” she chirped.
Fair enough, right? Wrong.
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A week later, everyone who didn’t make the cut got a lovely little notice. “We’re off to Vegas! Here’s our registry — gifts only, please!”
The kicker? This chick was my maid of honor, and I’d covered all her expenses.
Did she get me a gift? Nope. Now she wanted me to shell out $500 for a mixer I couldn’t even use to drown my sorrows at her reception. Hard pass, cuz. Vegas, baby… without your overpriced kitchen gadgets!
‘Just Married’ sign on vintage car | Source: Pexels
2. When Your Maid of Honor’s Dress Costs More Than Your Wedding… Oops!
My wedding was a shoestring affair. We’re talking $80 dress, $30 for my maid of honor’s gown. But my dear friend decided her frock needed some TLC.
“Sure,” I said, picturing a nip here, a tuck there.
Turns out, she went full Project Runway, racking up $100 in alterations! Her dress now cost more than my entire bridal ensemble. But wait, there’s more! Shoe shopping rolled around.
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“I’ll spot you,” I offered when she came up short. She picked some pricey kicks, but hey, her dime, right? Wrong again.
When I asked for repayment, she hit me with, “Oh, I thought you were treating! I’d have chosen cheaper ones if I knew!”
My bank account wept silently as I realized generosity and wedding planning don’t always mix.
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3. The Wedding Where Half the Guests Got Sheet Cake and the Other Half Got… Everything Else!
Imagine throwing a wedding with a VIP section. That’s exactly what my “friends” did.
They cooked up a two-tier guest system that’d make a nightclub bouncer blush.
Tier 1? The chosen few. Fancy wristbands, full banquet access, and an open bar. Living large!
Tier 2? The unwashed masses. We got to watch the ceremony, then twiddle our thumbs until the reception’s leftovers. Cash bar only, peasants!
Wedding menu on a table | Source: Unsplash
Oh, and don’t forget the cake — fancy fondant for the elites, grocery store sheet cake for the rest of us.
The pièce de résistance? A “sponsor our honeymoon” donation box, because nothing says “We value your presence” like begging for vacation cash after treating half your guests like second-class citizens.
Layered strawberry sheet cake slices on two plates | Source: Unsplash
4. Cash-Only Wedding: Because Who Needs Love When You’ve Got Venmo?
Picture this: a couple so hellbent on a fairytale church wedding that they turned into medieval tax collectors. Instead of a registry, they demanded COLD, HARD CASH. Yep!
And we’re not talking “slip a $20 in a card” money. These folks wanted enough to make your accountant sweat.
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Unsurprisingly, the guest list started shrinking faster than a wool sweater in hot water.
But here’s the real kicker! All that dough couldn’t buy them happiness. They didn’t even make it to their first anniversary.
Turns out, you can’t build a lasting marriage on a foundation of tulle and empty wallets. Who knew?
A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash
5. No Pics, Please! How My MIL Tried to Censor Our Wedding for Family Privacy
My MIL Daisy had some… interesting requests for our wedding.
Picture this: we’re at my final dress fitting, and she drops this gem: “Don’t post any pictures on social media. I don’t want my family to see.”
Um, what? We’d already downsized from a big shindig to a woodsy elopement (with a promise of a church do-over later). Now she’s trying to censor our memories?
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I bit my tongue so hard I nearly needed stitches. Finally, I mustered up my best “bless your heart” voice and said, “Daisy, darling, this is our day. Those pictures are going up faster than you can say ‘I object.’”
My fiancé backed me up, and Daisy miraculously found her chill. The wedding was perfect, and you bet your bottom dollar those pics hit Facebook before the cake was cut!
A happy bride smiling at her groom | Source: Midjourney
6. Bad Hair Day Turns into a Soap Opera Slapfest at My Sister’s Wedding
Meet Linda, my half-sister and wannabe hair dictator. For her wedding, she demanded all bridesmaids sport identical ‘dos.
Never mind that we had a veritable sampler platter of hair types and lengths. Oh, and did I mention the crack-of-dawn appointment at some ritzy, far-flung salon?
Mom, bless her, booked me at a nearby budget place instead. Cue the rehearsal dinner drama. Linda and Mom went at it like two cats in a sack. Next thing I know, I’m booted from the bridal party faster than you can say “bad perm.”
But wait, there’s more!
An extremely furious bride | Source: Midjourney
Linda’s mom decided to play bouncer, trying to kick Mom and me out of dinner. When Mom stood her ground, SLAP! Yep, Linda’s mom went full soap opera on my mother’s face.
Needless to say, Dad and Bro bailed on the big day, along with most of our side. All this over some up-dos. Talk about a bad hair day!
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7. Destination Wedding Disaster: When the Hotel Bill Costs More Than the Wedding Itself
Buckle up, folks, ’cause Roger and I are on a wild ride to Wedding Wonderland. Our pals can’t seem to nail down a single detail, but boy, do they have demands!
First, it was a tropical getaway. “We don’t want to exclude anyone,” they said while planning a bash more remote than a desert island. “Oops, military duty calls!” Scratch that. Now we’re headed interstate, but don’t worry, it’ll still cost an arm and a leg!
A cheerful newlywed couple | Source: Unsplash
They insist we all bunk at the same hotel. Slight problem: 100 guests, 10 rooms, and a nightly rate that’d make a rockstar blush. Roger and I are about ready to elope ourselves just to escape this circus. At this rate, we’ll be living on ramen for a year just to afford their “special day.”
Here’s hoping their next bright idea doesn’t involve us selling a kidney!
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8. Ahoy, Guests! Please Help Us Buy Our Dream Boat Instead of Toasting the Bride & Groom
Let me introduce you to my buddy’s cousin Jeremy and his blushing bride. These two lovebirds had a dream — a dream of cruising the high seas in style.
So naturally, they decided their wedding was the perfect opportunity to crowdfund their nautical ambitions. Forget toasters and towels, these modern-day pirates wanted cold, hard cash to buy a boat.
Aerial view of boat at sea | Source: Unsplash
But not just any old dinghy would do. Oh no, they had their hearts set on a brand-spanking-new Mastercraft. Because nothing says “till death do us part” like asking your guests to shell out for a luxury watercraft.
I hear the S.S. Entitlement is lovely this time of year!
Grayscale of a bride and groom walking together | Source: Unsplash
9. $1,000 Entry Fee to Goldilocks’ Wedding… Because Love Ain’t Cheap!
Imagine my surprise when I opened a wedding invite that came with a price tag.
My acquaintance, let’s call her “Goldilocks,” had a very specific vision for her big day. And by vision, I mean a minimum cash gift of $1,000 per guest.
Anything less, she declared, “wouldn’t make a difference.” Oh, but it gets better.
Close-up shot of a smiling bride | Source: Unsplash
We were instructed to label our gifts AND envelopes, lest our generous contributions go unnoticed. Heaven forbid she thank the wrong person for bankrolling her extravaganza!
I’m still trying to decide which is more breathtaking: her audacity or her math skills. Maybe I’ll send her a lovely “thank you” card for teaching me the true meaning of “gold digger!”
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10. Welcome to the Wedding with Admission Fees — Get Ready to Pay for Every Slice of Cake
Hold onto your hats, folks, because this one takes the wedding cake.
Picture this: you receive a save-the-date that looks suspiciously like an itemized bill. That’s right, these creative lovebirds decided to charge admission to their “destination” nuptials.
Close-up of a bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash
As if jet-setting to Nowheresville wasn’t pricey enough, we now had the privilege of paying for every morsel and moment of their big day. But wait, there’s more!
Turns out, the father of the bride was the maestro behind this matrimonial money grab. Shockingly, the wedding was a disaster. Who could’ve seen that coming? I hear they’re planning a vow renewal. P.S. I’ll be busy washing my hair that decade.
A distressed bride | Source: Midjourney
There you have it, folks, ten tales of wedding day wackiness that’ll make you appreciate eloping. Got your own story of nuptial nonsense? Drop it in the comments!
Grayscale wedding décor | Source: Unsplash
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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