I love looking in my old vault and seeing my stuff. When I say vault, I mean my old blog. (Just in case you haven’t had a cup of Joe yet). Always keeping my storyteller radar on, this one smacked me right in the face. We can always use a Thanksgiving chuckle.
When stories are created to help reminisce about the holidays.
Let me tell you a short story about a woman and her husband.
Its Thanksgiving Day, as this woman and her husband depart for festivities at a family friends home that she hadn’t been to in a long while. The woman loves to bake and has made sure to pack her customary Pumpkin Pie.
They park their car and make their way into the home, packed with many guests.
Hello here, Hello there….lots of people they didn’t recognize, LOTS of people they don’t recognize….The woman goes into the kitchen and puts her pie down and thinks ahead to prepare it for serving later….say hello to more people in the kitchen…say how she loves what they’ve done with the place.
The husband (who’s new to the family) is in the living room making friends, introducing himself as Baker Woman’s other half. He notices that his sister in law and their family is not in attendance yet. The husband mentions to someone that his Sister in Law’s husband is brother to the host (are you following me?) go to website.
Looks of confusion happen.
Them: “(Insert Sister In Laws Name)???”
Them again: “Whose house are you going to?”
The husband: “(Insert Thanksgiving Hosts’ Name)?”
Them: (giggle.giggle) “They live NEXT DOOR!”
The husband calls to his wife in the kitchen: “Honey…we are at the wrong house!”
Baker’s Wife realizes their mistake…packs up her pie, wishes them all a good Thanksgiving and leaves without batting an eyelash. And they left.
And walked next door.
I swear, I can’t make this stuff up.
This is a true story.
The people…are my parents.
Yes. My mother and stepfather. I can’t even make this stuff up. It seriously happened. She went all the way into someones else’s kitchen. And my stepfather was in the living room. Dying! Dying, my friends.
I would have given a zillion bucks to be at either house.