Worst Thanksgiving day stories................
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Had the worst time of my life trying to get home for Thanksgiving one year. It took several days and all of it was spent with a "Jerk" that I couldn't stand.
I remember that!Had the worst time of my life trying to get home for Thanksgiving one year. It took several days and all of it was spent with a "Jerk" that I couldn't stand.
Sister showed up with a horrible previously-undisclosed stomach bug instead of staying home so she "didn't miss seeing everyone". Basically everyone else got said bug within the next 8 hours and spent the majority of the 4 day weekend in bed/on bathroom floor/wishing for death.
I'm an only child, but it sounds like sisters are more hassle than they're worth.
Got bit in the face by a dachshund after my cousin's kids tortured it all day and snapped my face when I leaned down to get the remote that was in the chair where the dog was laying.
Thanksgiving was always at our house growing up. Had nothing in common with my extended family. None of them liked sports; only outdoors, riding horses and westerns. Hated coming out of my room for forced chatter for the whole day.
Thanksgiving was always at our house growing up. Had nothing in common with my extended family. None of them liked sports; only outdoors, riding horses and westerns. Hated coming out of my room for forced chatter for the whole day.
When I was about ten my cousin kept messing with me and we got in a fight. Chased each other around the house and slid under the dining room table beatin the crap out of each other and spillin stuff. My dad gets a hold of us and slams us down on the couch and said if we move he's gonna hang us by our peckers over the clothes line and make us fight like cats. Must've sat there for hours while everybody ate and laughed at us.
I once drove to Sequoia National Park on Thanksgiving day.
I stopped in Visalia, CA for the evening, and couldn't find an open restaurant. I did find a K-Mart that was open, so I bought some peanut butter Ritz crackers for my Thanksgiving dinner.
The next morning I finished driving into the park - except a snowstorm overnight had led to the road being closed. So I parked at the place where the closure began, and then I walked five miles in the snow until I got to the Giant Forest. I got out my camera to take pictures, but my camera was frozen (long before the days of camera phones). As I walked back to my car, I got my camera thawed out enough to get a few pictures.
I stopped in Visalia, CA for the evening, and couldn't find an open restaurant. I did find a K-Mart that was open, so I bought some peanut butter Ritz crackers for my Thanksgiving dinner.
The next morning I finished driving into the park - except a snowstorm overnight had led to the road being closed. So I parked at the place where the closure began, and then I walked five miles in the snow until I got to the Giant Forest. I got out my camera to take pictures, but my camera was frozen (long before the days of camera phones). As I walked back to my car, I got my camera thawed out enough to get a few pictures.
They are...we returned two when I was a kid.
Hot dogs and Hamburgers both Thanksgiving and Christmas 1990. Was in Saudi in the desert awaiting ground war. While Turkey was served, I waited until all of the lower ranking soldiers ate first as did most NCO's. By the time we ate only hot dogs and hamburgers remained both holidays. After returning home in April 91, I told my mother that I was coming home on leave and wanted a thanksgiving type feast. My family members met me at my brothers house in Rineyville for a turkey dinner with all of the trimmings.
You should have just rented a car.Had the worst time of my life trying to get home for Thanksgiving one year. It took several days and all of it was spent with a "Jerk" that I couldn't stand.
Can't stand selfish idiots who do things like this. Hope she gets hers.
One Thanksgiving I pulled up a message board on my phone watching football. There was thread about a guy having a USB cable stuck in his penis. Gave me that cringe/pain feeling and one of those thoughts that get thrown into the memory banks that will be there forever.
My mom had just broke up from dating a one legged banjo player from Carter County and moved to Florida to chase a 80 yr old man who she would tell me bout sucking his dick. Anywho. I was rooming with a 40 yr old UK student (I was 23). We sold cocaine. (Whole other story). But mom still had a place in nicholasville that still had a freezer. Welp it had a 3 yr old frozen burnt turkey.
Me and that 40 yr old coke head thawed out that f**** frozen burnt turkey and coated it with Killians irish red and brown sugar. Took one bite and almost barfed
Me and that 40 yr old coke head thawed out that f**** frozen burnt turkey and coated it with Killians irish red and brown sugar. Took one bite and almost barfed
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Was a freshman in college in 1969. MTSU had a Thanksgiving tradition of playing Tennessee Tech in football on that day and I had to be there. It was cold and the wind was howling like a banshee. My family drove down and waited in the car until the game was over. As we headed back to Kentucky we looked for someplace open to eat Thanksgiving dinner. Found a little diner open serving greasy food - no turkey. We complained about it at the time but now, with my parents gone, I give thanks for that time together
We were all pretty pissed off about it. She remains selfish, though, like most females.
The tip of my penis touched the porcelain of a dirty public toilet while taking a dump. For the next 6 hours I debated on boiling my shlong.
Reminds of Korea 1994 when I caught a train to Seoul on thanksgiving. Having a great time when this guy bought us some soju and said let's tag team this hooker. Well he got the room and told me the number but I couldn't remember it. I slept in an alley in Korea.
When I was about 8 or so we had Thanksgiving at my grandmother's farm in the country. Before dinner, my cousins and I would around the barns and garages like banchees. I was "racing" one of my cousins in a big *** garage filled with farm machinery and might've pushed him to gain an advantage. I honestly didn't mean to cause him to fall and bust his head wide open on the trailer hitch of a hay bailer.
He had to leave to get stitches. Everyone was pissed at me. My dad spanked me in front of most of the family. I felt like I ruined Thanksgiving. And my cousin didn't talk to me much until we were adults.
He had to leave to get stitches. Everyone was pissed at me. My dad spanked me in front of most of the family. I felt like I ruined Thanksgiving. And my cousin didn't talk to me much until we were adults.
Slept in a few train stations and bathrooms over the years in Germany when missing the last train back to my unit. used to party and try to push it to the last minute. Took a while to learn my lesson.
Lived in a neighborhood on a mountain
Dad tells brother to soak the coals and dump em in woods. He forgets to soak. Football field size fire erupts. Fire trucks can't figure out how to get up incline of drive way. Took an hour.
Not necessarily worst but pretty comical now
Dad tells brother to soak the coals and dump em in woods. He forgets to soak. Football field size fire erupts. Fire trucks can't figure out how to get up incline of drive way. Took an hour.
Not necessarily worst but pretty comical now
Many years ago, as a young father in a troubled marriage, my then-wife and I decided to take some of the little money we had and splurge on a, for us, luxurious Thanksgiving weekend in a romantic old hotel overlooking the Shenandoah River in Harper’s Ferry.
On Thanksgiving morning, there was a terrible sleet storm in Northern Virginia where we were living. I was out in the worst of it, packing the car for the trip, and making all the little preparations you have to make when you have an infant and are facing a road trip.
My then-wife came out and criticized all my efforts, and picked up on some other simmering issues, leading to a terrific argument in the parking lot, the details of which I can’t begin to recall.
At some point, she gets in the car, slams the door and drives off with the kid – to spend the three-day weekend alone in the hotel. I’m left standing in a sleeting rain without even a coat on, because I’d thrown it in the car while I cleaned off the windshield.
Remember, I had been warming the car up – so she drove off with my keys, including my house key. But I had my wallet, so I decided I’d walk the 2-3 miles to the nearest strip mall, withdraw the last of our cash from the ATM, and figure it out from there.
So, I walk to the mall, put my card in the ATM, and it swallows it – no cash, no card, no bank open until Monday.
Now I’m soaked, freezing, no money, and locked out of my townhouse.
I make it back home just before hypothermia sets in, kick open the front door (shattering the lock, which of course I’ll have to pay for later) get inside -- to find out the sleet storm has knocked out the power.
On top of that, we had virtually no food in the house, ahead of this getaway.
I end up eating cold cereal and cold canned soup for Thanksgiving, and the meals between then and Sunday night. No television for football. No money or vehicle to get anywhere else.
Did I mention this involved my EX-wife?
On Thanksgiving morning, there was a terrible sleet storm in Northern Virginia where we were living. I was out in the worst of it, packing the car for the trip, and making all the little preparations you have to make when you have an infant and are facing a road trip.
My then-wife came out and criticized all my efforts, and picked up on some other simmering issues, leading to a terrific argument in the parking lot, the details of which I can’t begin to recall.
At some point, she gets in the car, slams the door and drives off with the kid – to spend the three-day weekend alone in the hotel. I’m left standing in a sleeting rain without even a coat on, because I’d thrown it in the car while I cleaned off the windshield.
Remember, I had been warming the car up – so she drove off with my keys, including my house key. But I had my wallet, so I decided I’d walk the 2-3 miles to the nearest strip mall, withdraw the last of our cash from the ATM, and figure it out from there.
So, I walk to the mall, put my card in the ATM, and it swallows it – no cash, no card, no bank open until Monday.
Now I’m soaked, freezing, no money, and locked out of my townhouse.
I make it back home just before hypothermia sets in, kick open the front door (shattering the lock, which of course I’ll have to pay for later) get inside -- to find out the sleet storm has knocked out the power.
On top of that, we had virtually no food in the house, ahead of this getaway.
I end up eating cold cereal and cold canned soup for Thanksgiving, and the meals between then and Sunday night. No television for football. No money or vehicle to get anywhere else.
Did I mention this involved my EX-wife?
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I get hammered every year and always manage to be the lone conservative dissenting opinion amongst my family, I'm pretty sure I'm the worst story every year for the rest of my kin
Both sides of my wife's family are trainwrecks, so it is no surprise they make holiday gatherings miserable when we stay in town for their gatherings. Still, one that stands out was a year when we were tapped to make multiple dishes for her dad's side and then multiple for her mother's side. I know we had cream cheese and sausage stuffed croissants, hasselback potatoes, and green beans as our draw. I don't remember the fourth thing, but everything had to be 20 servings because of the expected attendance.
First stop: Father-in-law's side at 2 PM. This side is populated with more *total* deadbeats than the other one, so all of the providing is concentrated across my wife's nuclear family and the grandmother. It is at the grandmother's house. She prepares the turkey, rolls, stuffing, and there was supposed to be a cheeseball my wife and her sister had dropped off the night before. We get there 15 minutes before it is supposed to start at the same time as her parents with the rest of the food, and it appears all of the ******* family from Indiana is already there. We carry in drinks first, and discover the Indiana family has already eaten the majority of the turkey and stuffing, as well as the entirety of the rolls. My wife's mom flips and pulls all of us aside out by the cars after carrying in the drinks and tells us we aren't taking anything else in since the deadbeats have ripped through everything else already. So, we get to leave everything in the car and sit awkwardly with the trashy family anyway until 5:30 PM. So no food at this stop. Awesome.
Second stop: Mother-in-law's side at 6:00 PM. Still some deadbeats, but much less than the other side. There is a decent amount of food on this side provided by others. Alas, there are four sisters on this side who feud incessantly. We get there slightly before the stated start time and once again find that people have started without us. The MiL flips out about it outside, but wants to take in food anyway. The FiL puts his foot down and says that isn't happening because of the **** from his family's side earlier in the day. So they decide to not take food in once again.
I tell my wife this is ridiculous and we should just leave. Nope, we need to stay because it's 'family' and her grandparents could die any day because they have poor health, blah, blah. Long story short, we still end up staying until 9 PM before we finally get to leave. I still haven't eaten anything since a turkey sausage burrito from breakfast early in the morning. So I'm starving and totally fed up with it. Wife (was fiance at that time) keeps apologizing as I fume in silence on the way home.
Pull into where I lived at the time and stop at the dumpster. Wife looks puzzled. I pop the trunk and dump everything, containers and crockpots included, into the dumpster in a rage. I then tell my wife she can leave me if she wants, but that is the last time I go through that type of crap with her family again. Honestly felt sick since my blood pressure was so high from stewing for hours and then blowing my top. Ate a peanut butter sandwich with a glass of milk and went to bed.
We ended up getting married, and we haven't sat through a single ridiculous holiday thing with her family since then. She's also come around on how infuriating her family is in general, thankfully. We mostly get left out of any of it these days, and we travel elsewhere. One day of being hungry was probably worth it because of the benefits from the fallout.
First stop: Father-in-law's side at 2 PM. This side is populated with more *total* deadbeats than the other one, so all of the providing is concentrated across my wife's nuclear family and the grandmother. It is at the grandmother's house. She prepares the turkey, rolls, stuffing, and there was supposed to be a cheeseball my wife and her sister had dropped off the night before. We get there 15 minutes before it is supposed to start at the same time as her parents with the rest of the food, and it appears all of the ******* family from Indiana is already there. We carry in drinks first, and discover the Indiana family has already eaten the majority of the turkey and stuffing, as well as the entirety of the rolls. My wife's mom flips and pulls all of us aside out by the cars after carrying in the drinks and tells us we aren't taking anything else in since the deadbeats have ripped through everything else already. So, we get to leave everything in the car and sit awkwardly with the trashy family anyway until 5:30 PM. So no food at this stop. Awesome.
Second stop: Mother-in-law's side at 6:00 PM. Still some deadbeats, but much less than the other side. There is a decent amount of food on this side provided by others. Alas, there are four sisters on this side who feud incessantly. We get there slightly before the stated start time and once again find that people have started without us. The MiL flips out about it outside, but wants to take in food anyway. The FiL puts his foot down and says that isn't happening because of the **** from his family's side earlier in the day. So they decide to not take food in once again.
I tell my wife this is ridiculous and we should just leave. Nope, we need to stay because it's 'family' and her grandparents could die any day because they have poor health, blah, blah. Long story short, we still end up staying until 9 PM before we finally get to leave. I still haven't eaten anything since a turkey sausage burrito from breakfast early in the morning. So I'm starving and totally fed up with it. Wife (was fiance at that time) keeps apologizing as I fume in silence on the way home.
Pull into where I lived at the time and stop at the dumpster. Wife looks puzzled. I pop the trunk and dump everything, containers and crockpots included, into the dumpster in a rage. I then tell my wife she can leave me if she wants, but that is the last time I go through that type of crap with her family again. Honestly felt sick since my blood pressure was so high from stewing for hours and then blowing my top. Ate a peanut butter sandwich with a glass of milk and went to bed.
We ended up getting married, and we haven't sat through a single ridiculous holiday thing with her family since then. She's also come around on how infuriating her family is in general, thankfully. We mostly get left out of any of it these days, and we travel elsewhere. One day of being hungry was probably worth it because of the benefits from the fallout.
I'll never understand how families can be that toxic. I wouldn't even bother being around anyone if they acted like that nor would I invite them down to the house.
This doesn't compare to many of the other stories, but me my wife and daughter were driving back to KY for Thanksgiving (9 HR drive). About halfway through, we stopped for lunch. There was a Cracker Barrel open, but the parking lot was packed.
No problem I thought to myself. There was a McDs next door. I just figured get our food quick and back on the road. Only a few cars in its parking lot.
Turns out it was closed. The cars in the lot were overflow from the CB next door. We ended up finding a gas station / convenience store open and got some of those gas station hot dogs.
No problem I thought to myself. There was a McDs next door. I just figured get our food quick and back on the road. Only a few cars in its parking lot.
Turns out it was closed. The cars in the lot were overflow from the CB next door. We ended up finding a gas station / convenience store open and got some of those gas station hot dogs.
2007 - Showed up to my parents' house for Thanksgiving dinner and the napkin rings were gold Rolex. Had a wonderful time with our super-functional loving and supportive family members while drinking fine bourbon and smoking Cuban cigars.
2008 - Napkin rings were Tag Heuer. They were OK I guess but I was expecting to get something I could sell on eBay and buy a new four-wheeler. I got pissed and told my parents where they could shove their cheap *** watch. Haven't been back since.
2008 - Napkin rings were Tag Heuer. They were OK I guess but I was expecting to get something I could sell on eBay and buy a new four-wheeler. I got pissed and told my parents where they could shove their cheap *** watch. Haven't been back since.