I'm pouring you wine...why don't you like me?

Last week I almost blogged about how awful customers are. This was mainly because I'd just worked at a wedding where to bride was cold, the groom was on cocaine and the majority of the rest of the guests were rude and classless. It is on days like that that I discover I really don't like the dense mass of the general public.
Yesterday though I worked at another wedding, and nicer people you couldn't hope for. They were charming, polite and sang silly songs to a guitar. I got a couple high fives, a fist bump and a hug from one guy who told me I was the woman of the night. I'm sure the bride might have something to say about that, but after all, I was the one delivering the beer and cigarettes.
And this gets me thinking about other groups. The angriest I've ever been whilst working (I won't go into the reason) was not actually anything to do with the customers. In fact they were lovely. Vets. Or veterinary marketers, whatever that is. It was the only time I've worked when I didn't want to see any of my colleagues because the guests made me calmer.
I stand by my belief that I'm not a natural with customers but I can fake it well. I try to be helpful, flirt a little, and am generally pretty patient with other people's stupidity. Which is what it's about, no? But some groups make that easy and some...
But this is not about those people. And it's not about my (dubious) prowess as a waitress. It's about a point of view.
After this wedding, I was on the bus on the way home. Bear in mine this is St Patrick's night so I was the only sober person in what seemed the whole of London. And I quite liked them. The woman who sang 'Don't Rain on my Parade' at full belt from the back seat, complete with pseudo-American twang; the guy who stood half in half out the bus so his twin could get on too; the girl who, when an grumpy old bastard called her friend a cow for not having oyster card money, she calmly asked how dare he when he doesn't know her? Quite right. A point that makes me feel I should retract the bastard remark. He probably had a hard day.
Probably the reason yesterday's wedding party were so great was because they were clearly very much in love. Not just the bride and groom but as a group of friends.
The week before, maybe the bride was unfriendly because she was marrying a coke addict. Or the groom was on drugs because he was marrying a cold woman. Perhaps it was all wedding stress, or that they just never learnt how to treat people well. Or maybe they were just a bunch of unpleasant people who had found each other and, unfortunately, us.
But forget them. Despite my occcasional struggle with the public, I think they're alright really. But I would suggest that those who are happy share it with everyone, not just people they know. And congratulations to the happy couples. You truly deserve each other.