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“Cousin’s wedding, my sister and I were two of six bridesmaids. Her best friend since childhood, who was also a good friend of ours since childhood, was the Ministry of Health. The day before the wedding, the bride asked if my sister and I can bring a few things she forgot. The list included toilet paper and soap for the toilet, oh and flowers. The flowers. For the tables as centerpieces. The Department of Health, which likes to tell anyone who will listen that it makes six figures, has not contributed.

“We arrive with everything the bride has requested, and the Department of Health put us straight to work. We pitched tents, unloaded and set up tables and chairs, complete with chair covers and, of course, ribbons that needed to be tied in perfect knots to exact MOH specifications.

“We then hauled bales of hay from a barn about a quarter of a mile away for extra seating which she (the Department of Health) suddenly deemed essential to the wedding. Then we got to work assembling the centerpieces until late at night. What was she doing? Flirting with drunken groomsmen instead of helping set them up.

“The wedding day rolls around, and she’s exhausted and stoned by what one of the groomsmen swore was molly, but actually just put her to sleep – but not before taking all the credit. of our hard work.People were praising the bride for how beautiful it was, and the Ministry of Health was stepping in and taking the credit, even away from the bride.

“The next morning we were there, taking down all the tents, chairs and tables, and cleaning the room while the Ministry of Health sat very hard trying to overcome his hangover. The Ministry of Health did not understand why we were less excited when she asked my sister and I to be at her wedding a few months later.”

—M12345es