You know your Thanksgiving has gone Completely wrong when:....(anecdotes please)

[Ca3799]

I live in the south, so the weather is usually warm enough to wear shorts and eat outside.

Our worst experience involved watching the crazy woman across the street hose down her about 5 year old child in the front yard for soiling his pants, which was soon followed by our own crazy auntie barfing in our yard after drinking too much.

Pretty tame in view of some other posts here.

[Olentzero]

Master Wang-Ka, that and BadBaby’s stories are the two best “worst Thanksgiving” stories I’ve seen in this thread. I almost didn’t have the heart to nitpick this:

*Originally posted by Master Wang-Ka *
I didn’t think North America had edible fowl that big south of Sesame Street.

They don’t. Plymouth, MA is north of New York, knucklehead.

[Master_Wang-Ka]

…Sesame Street is in New York?

It always seemed much too friendly and safe for New York, frankly. Although I could believe it of Oscar the Grouch, the only one in the cast who ACTS like a New Yorker…

[Shade]

*Originally posted by Odinoneeye *
**This one has happened 4 times in my life. It’s that look you get. That look when you tell someone “No thanks, I don’t like turkey.” That look of, “You’re gonna starve to death if all you can eat is potatoes, rolls, vegetables, deviled eggs and stuffing (plus anything else that happens to be around).” **

You should try telling people you’re vegetarian.

Actually, this has never been a problem as we typically have christmas (the UK bird-eating feast) dinner with my grandparents and other maternal relations who are largely vegetarian. The idea of having christmas dinner with something other than nut-roast is still purely hypothetical to me - I like nut-roast (and gravy and roast potatoes and lots of apple sauce and vegetables and I tolerate sprouts), and can’t imagine anything else.

[i_like_bacon]

this is so embarressing but funny so…

i was a week past due in delivering my first child. it was thanksgiving day and i had invited my sister over for the feast. as i was cleaning out the inside of the turkey, my hand all slimy with turkey ick, when i felt the need to vacate my bladder. when you are that pregnant and you feel the urge, you better go. well, i knew, if i went and washed my hands, the sound of the water, and feeling it would be irresistible, so i thought, screw it, i will take care of this emergency and clean up afterward.

on my way to the bathroom, i remembered there was no paper in there, damn, oh well one more doorknob to wipe down when i finished. i retrieved the charmin and went into the bathroom. as i was pulling down my pants, i heard my sister outside the door, saying “ewwww whats all over the doorknob?” i just started laffing and that was it, i peed all over the bathroom floor. doh!