Way back in 1986 I was picked to be a bridesmaid at the wedding for my best friend from high school, Diane. There were going to be five of us. Two of her relatives, two of his, and me. She bought the fabric to have a woman make our dresses and we were instructed to go to two fittings. I drove to my first fitting by myself; It was about 8 miles out of town, then down a very long dirt road.( I was literally blocked by COWS for a while on one trip). The woman measured me, told me to come back in two weeks for any tweaks, which I did. Amazingly, she only charged $20 to make each dress. (I actually hired her two years later for my own wedding).
Fast forward to the day before the wedding. We all gather at Diane's house to pick up our dresses and dyed shoes. We were all told to try them on. Everyone's looked great...except mine. Droopy in the chest, loose in the waist, and it kept falling off my shoulders. It looked AWFUL and I felt awful in it. Especially since it was a relatively cute dress and everyone else was happy with theirs. I was miserable and dreading having to wear the thing and lamenting the 5 hours I worked in fast food to pay for it.
Diane came over and asked what in the world was the matter with my dress. I told her I honestly did not know; that I had been fitted twice, that it looked good a month ago and had not lost any weight. Suddenly she turned and told "Christie" (groom's sister) to take off her dress and let me try it. I did and it fit like a dream. Absolutely perfect. As it turned out Christie was too lazy to do all the driving to get to the seamstress' house and had just called in her measurements. Diane announced, "This is DEANA'S dress". Christie came out of the bathroom and looked just as awful in the first dress as I had.
"Oh but Christie looked so beautiful in it!" her moo protested. "YES", chimed in other relatives.They said there was "no proof" which was which and that since Christie was "part of the family while I wasn't" then "she should get the 'good' dress". It was a mob of selfish, entitled Moos and I was pretty sure I was going to lose.
Diane held her ground, thankfully. We are no longer in contact because, well, she is a mother of four and an organist in a fundie church and I am a childfree atheist, but she took up for me that day. She told me to take the dress home and told the screeching women that the person who actually followed through with the fittings got the dress that fit her.
Thirty years later I am still astounded by the selfishness of that cunt moo.