Flakes

The bride who was nearly two weeks late on her second wedding photography payment and whose mother and sister started badgering me about getting the photos online a day after the wedding and who has been pestering me about getting her CDs since she got home from her honeymoon over the weekend and whose husband said they'd be up here to pick them up at 8 a.m., called about 9 a.m. to say her mother and aunt would be by to pick them up, oh, somewhere between 11 a.m. and 12:30 p.m., thereby fucking my lunch plans.
Never again. I'm done with the wedding photography business unless it's just shooting for someone else and taking the money. And I'm not sure I like that idea so much either.