I save an innocent life from a wedding reception
Over the weekend, I waitressed a large wedding reception. I endured hours of bad wedding music, chocolate cake stains, and endless running between tables. But overall, the reception was relatively uneventful. (Okay, I did drop about five beer bottles -- the glass shattered, and beer splashed my clothes and my face. Later, I overheard a guest tell her small child not to distract me, because I might drop something else.)
For decoration, the couple had arranged for a small fish bowl to be placed in the center of the tables, each containing a live betta fish. They invited their guests to take the fish home, but at the end of the evening, about seven fish had been abandoned. Out of 300 guests, nobody wanted to take care of them. They were stuck in tiny bowls with no space to swim, and no food.
By this point, I really identified with the fish: We were both trapped at this wedding, both contributing to the glitz of the affair at the expense of our health and sanity. I rounded up the remaining fish and took them to the kitchen. I offered them to the other servers, and every fish found a home. I named my fish Mablean, after the judge on Divorce Court. The next day, I bought her a bigger bowl, fish food, and water conditioner. Hopefully, she will survive the trauma of being a wedding decoration.
Here is a picture of my new pet: