Thanksgiving and Black Friday horror stories

Posted at 4:49 PM Dec 01, 2008

By Bonnie Ruberg

Well, Thanksgiving weekend is officially over. Congratulations, dolls. That means you survived yet another national holiday designed to make you love your family more, which just ends up making you want to fly across the country and not see them for another six months. Oh wait, that's my life. Here's a Someecards card that sums my feelings up perfectly -- as these snarky little bits of Internet wonderfulness often do:



So, now that that's done, have any good Thanksgiving or Black Friday horror stories you'd like to share, dolls?  Here are mine. Nothing too dramatic, but vent-worthy all the same:

1) For some reason that will always escape me, our family bird didn't make it into the oven until 7:00 at night. That meant that, by 10:00, when my fiancé was already home from his respective Thanksgiving, full of food and passing out, we hadn't even sat down at the table.

2) Because I'm vegetarian, I had a tofurky for Thanksgiving.  The good part: it looked like a little turkey, which let me join in the holiday cheer.  The bad part: it tasted like rubbery ham. I've been veggie for thirteen years, but even I know that's not right.

3) I spent Black Friday with my mother at an outdoor market, where a woman selling pretzels mocked the funny-looking hat I'd borrowed from home (it's colder in Philadelphia than in San Francisco!), and then my mom succeeded in convincing me to buy an even funnier looking hat for $14. It's what fur hunters would wear to Las Vegas.

How about you?