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My sister was a waitress at a Newport Creamery (your standard casual restaurant and ice cream shop). One night, the restaurant was beseiged with a group of about 30-40 people (mostly dressed in jeans and t-shirts), almost filling the entire restaurant. It turns out that the bride and groom (clad in sweatshirts and ripped jeans) had just gotten hitched, and they were now here for "their reception".
My sister and the other waitress ran their butts off serving them burgers and milkshakes, while the group clinked their glasses and stood up to offer toasts to the happy couple. The kicker? if I remember correctly, they tipped about 5-10%. I think she was so shocked and amused by the whole thing that she didn't even care--she just liked telling the story.
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