I had been feeling very bored over the week-end and was looking forward to going to my friend’s wedding.
My friend’s wife to be, is a really interesting woman. She has been to 5 different countries and speaks 3 different languages.
Apparently, I was one of 100 guests invited to the wedding.
I had driven to the wedding on my motor bike. Certainly, driving to the wedding on a motorbike can sometimes be dangerous.
I accelerated on the motorbike because I thought I would be running late for the ceremony.
While I was ridding my motorbike to the wedding. I had driven the motorbike through the mud.
When I had arrived at the wedding.
There were 100 guests assembled at the front of the home waiting for the wedding to commence.
These guests were looking at me with big smiles on their faces. As I‘d walked into the wedding ceremony , I had smiled back at them. I thought deeply at that time in my mind that people had been very friendly at the wedding.
I had walked up to the bride and groom , to congratulate them and wish them much happiness on their wedding day. Then I had told them about all of the people that had been so friendly towards me . My friend ,who I had known for about 12 years was the groom. He had said to me that they had smiled at me because I had a very dirty and muddy patches on the back of my white shirt.
But I hadn’t realised that my shirt was so dirty. I had been so embarrassed at that time. I had kept on smiling and had waved at everyone that I had walked passed the guests at the wedding.
After the wedding , I went back home and had taken off my dirty shirt and I had thrown it in the washing machine. Hopefully my white shirt would be white again.