The day before the wedding, the bride demanded a last-minute switch from steak to seafood. When told it was too late, she exploded — and her lawyer fiancé fired us on the spot. But they had no idea who they were messing with.
I was managing the catering business while my boss battled cancer. This was my first major solo gig — 150 steak dinners at $50 each, all contracted and prepaid.
When the bride, Camille, called demanding a menu change, I explained it was too late per the contract. She became verbally abusive. Her fiancé, Blake, jumped in and tried to intimidate me, eventually firing us. I reminded them they’d still owe 90% under the cancellation clause. He laughed and hung up.
Despite being “fired,” I trusted my gut and told my team to prep everything as planned.
At 7 a.m. the next morning, Blake called in a panic: “You better be at the venue or we’ll sue.” I told him we’d need a new contract at triple the rate, payment upfront, no menu changes. After some sputtering, he agreed.
We catered the wedding. The food was flawless, the guests clueless. Blake later harassed my staff — even threatening deportation (to a line cook born in San Diego). I confronted him in front of everyone and warned him to back off.
Three weeks later, he sued us for “predatory pricing.” We had airtight records, including recorded calls, and the judge threw it out — with Blake ordered to pay our legal fees.
My boss was proud. Months later, I checked: Camille and Blake were already divorced.
Karma served hot.