When Lawyers Marry

People don’t realize her LIFE is no ruined becasue of this. Or so she would have you think.

“is no ruined”? Your Scots burr coming out there? :smiley:

I’ll guess you meant “is noW ruined.”

At luc’s age, wilted companions would coordinate well with the customer.

One might also note that the florist took a $27,000 order for flowers, I would hope that someone agreeing to such a big order would take the time to ensure the colors were correct.

If you paid $27,000 for a car and it arrived with the wrong color (and was impossible to resell) you might be a bit pissed when the dealer tells you to fuck off.

This all depends on the details, but if he promised one flower, and delivered something significantly different, he is the one who screwed up, and the customer deserves restitution.

I didn’t know that before today. Of course, if I had said something which might have been construed as a slur, someone would have told me “how could you not know with a name like Elana?”. And tomorrow, when I forget this little tidbit and make that mistake, I’ll get reamed for it.
Of course, I also wouldn’t assume Glatt to be a Hebrew name, simply because I wouldn’t even be thinking of it. So if I saw a picture of Mr. Glatt (I haven’t) and I remarked, “What a big schnozz on him!”, the only ethnic slur would be the one that the listener is supplying.

True…if it was significantly different, and if it was in the contract that there be no last-minute emergency substitutions. As I recall from my own wedding, my floral contract had such a clause, to protect the florist in the case of a supply problem, which I guess is not unheard of, especially when you are choosing rare blooms.

In flowers? At best, only what her mother-in-law paid for them. Period. Any “pain and suffering” she endured, she brought entirely upon herself. With a completely different attitude about the significance of how the tables looked, as opposed to how joyous the occasion was and how much unmitigated fun your guests were having, she wouldn’t even have any “pain and suffering”.

Were there actual damages? Hell, I don’t know, but possibly. The one picture I saw of the bouquet on the table with the guest cards in the above-posted link, showed a gorgeous, full vase of perfectly healthy flowers. Were they pink instead of burgundy? Again, hard to tell. They look white in that picture to me, but lighting could have contributed to that appearance.

Should she sue to get a refund for not getting what her mother-in-law paid for? Well, if there’s truth to that claim, then hell yes. But the entire freaking wedding reception wasn’t “ruined”. That’s just absurd. I don’t care if the entire event cost half a million dollars; the flowers didn’t “ruin” anything, her attitude did.

Hello Again:

Perhaps, but I think that the amount indicates that rather than seeking redress for her actual problem, she’s either a) vengefully trying to put the florist out of business, or b) trying to use the legal system as a source of revenue. Therefore, I align myself with the side that opposes the bride.

I do think that, morally and perhaps legally speaking, she might be entitled to compensation for the flowers themselves. Trying to get the whole wedding paid for this way, though…not good.

I agree, but I would say that this situation is equivalent to buying a $100,000 luxury car. Every last thing about that car should be perfect. If the brake pedal is a little squeaky, the dealer should fix it immediately without any delays or excuses.

By the way, I pit big fancy weddings in general. It seems ridiculous to blow what could easily be the down payment on a house in one afternoon.

That said, most people spend money on frivolous things. Ms. Glatt is apparently a litigation associate at Kelley Drye and graduated Fordham Law in 2002. That would probably make her a 5th year associate.

According to this chart – http://www.infirmation.com/shared/lss/one-payscale.tcl?employer_id=NY1820 – Kelley Drye paid 5th year associates $210k per year (plus possible bonus) as of March 2006.

If I had to guess, I would say that her husband; her family; and her husband’s family probably aren’t too poor either. So if they want to blow their money in this way, I can’t really blame them.

So your position seems to be that people cannot contract to have their idiosyncratic desires met because if that contract is breached and their idiosyncratic desires are not met it is not the fault of the breaching party. You might want to live in a world with that as the legal rule. I do not. And fortunately, we live in the world I want.

If I want to pay $27,000 to get the exact right flowers for one of the most important days in my life, I ought to be able to spend that money safe in the knowledge that if I get intentionally screwed* I will be compensated for the fact that my entire event was ruined–so long as it is very clear that I am this ridiculously concerned about some stupid flowers. And I think that must have been very clear to the florist.

*Since we seem to be playing fast-and-loose with the facts, and we don’t know whether it was intentional or not.

In this case, I think the florist wasn’t too bright, as they didn’t have a written contract. Even if I trusted a client, for $27,000 I’d make damn sure there was something in writing. From the link in the OP:

Where in the hell do you get that from what I posted? I very clearly said that she may be entitled to recompense for ACTUAL damages, and that’s IF she really and truly didn’t get what she ordered and her mother-in-law paid for. WE DON’T KNOW THAT YET. The florist categorically denies that. But I still contend that an ENTIRE event cannot be “ruined” because the color of floral centerpieces may have been slightly off.

My bridal bouquet wasn’t at all what I was expecting, but a) it was still lovely, and b) it didn’t fucking MATTER. I was getting married to the man I adore. I was surrounded by family and close friends who were enthusiastically sharing our joy. I would be shocked if any one of them could even tell you (without looking back at the pictures) exactly what kind of flowers I even had, let alone how they contributed or not to the party.

The very idea that the entire reception was utterly ruined beyond repair because of flower color is simply bullshit, in my opinion. She may have a right to be angry with the florist for allegedly not providing what she ordered, but if she let that ruin her wedding day, then she’s an ASS of the highest order.

:eek: I didn’t catch that. That is unbelievable. I think I spent $600 on my flowers, and I had a contract.

You didn’t understand a word of what I wrote. Perhaps someone else will explain it to you.

Here, I’ll help:

idiosyncrasy \ˌi-dē-ə-ˈsiŋ-krə-sē\ –
1 a: a peculiarity of constitution or temperament : an individualizing characteristic or quality b: individual hypersensitiveness (as to a drug or food)
2: characteristic peculiarity (as of temperament); broadly : eccentricity

First off, your knee-jerk assumptions are wildly off the mark. Back them up, you weasel-brained shit rake. SHOW me where I used the term jewish people in the OP. It’s either that, or you’re going to offer some solid proof of your ability to read thoughts across computer networks.

Mr. Seltzer is correct, her mug (with the 2 car garage sized honker) was plastered all over yesterday’s NY tabloids. I opted to link the text-based story from the more reputable NYT - as to not add the NY Post’s or Daily News’ trademark hype to the OP. But even her photo hadn’t been in the tabloids, TokyoPlayer offered an internet link to her photo in post 6, an hour and a half prior to your baseless assumption the OP was either anti-semitic, or perpetuating stereotypes.

The way I see it, you can either retract your insinuations; no harm no foul - or fuck off.

Hello Again apologized, Johnny boy.

Boy? What is that, some kind of slant against against African Americans? :smack:

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You reminded me of a Barney Miller episode. In it, they arrest some guy who is convinced everyone in Authority is a clone. He is walked past Harris, the sole black guy, and yells “CLONE!”
And Harris turns and quick-as-a-blink, responds, suspiciously, “What is that, light brown?”