Friends of ours got married on Saturday night. The venue was about an hour away from their cakemaker. The cake was specially made for the bride and groom to cut because the bride is gluten free. Everyone else was having cupcakes. The bride was really stressed about how the cake would get to the venue when I saw her a few weeks ago, so I volunteered to bring it since the cakemaker is only 15 minutes from my house.
We had plans to meet Saturday at 4 by my house. When we got there, the cakemaker was nowhere to be found. At that point I got a phonecall from her. She had been sideswiped a short distance away! She was upset and crying saying that the cake was destroyed!
DH and I immediately drove to where she was (he is a volunteer EMT in the area too). The car was a mess, but the cakemaker was fine. She opened the trunk to show us. . . . . . .there was cake everywhere!!!
It turns out she was transporting 2 cakes. One had been completely destroyed. It was in pieces all over the trunk. My friend's cake was still standing (only 2 layers) but it looked like the cake itself may have exploded a bit, it was a bit wonky under the fondant. It didn't look all that bad, certainly not nearly as bad as we feared from the phonecall.
The whole way to the cakemaker we were calling bakeries to see if anyone had a gluten free cake available last minute. . . . we were so nervous for what we would see! We ended up taking the cake as it was, and called the groom to let him break it to the bride gently.
At least they'll have a funny memorable story to look back on!!
Unrelated, the MOH later gave a riveting speech about how she was the happiest person in the room because she would get her life back the next day and not have to listen to the bride, her sister, talk about wedding stuff every again. It was soooooooo uncomfortable!