It had been a terrible morning.
It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives. Many months had been spent planning the wedding. On the morning of the big day a number of events had unexpectedly taken place. It started with the violent storm that raged through the whole district from first light. The power outage meant that the organ couldn’t be played and candles were set up around the church’s interior. It was as though some unseen force was trying to prevent their marrying.
Meanwhile, all three hired cars broke down, the photographer showed up drunk, her dress got ripped as she got off of her brother-in-law’s motorbike and she was poked in the eye by the umbrella, held for her while getting into the church in the downpour. The best man lost the ring when he fell and broke his leg while jumping off the bus and was replaced by his cousin. In the church, babies started crying and unhappy children started fighting. A candle went over and started a fire in the vestry and a wasp nest was disturbed near the church entrance; several people were stung.
The unlucky couple finally stood together in front of the priest, who was in the process of asking the couple if they wanted to postpone when he had a sudden heart attack.
They had been nodding
Some people just don’t see omens.