Wow, Thanksgiving….
You know, my family’s dinner is probably no different from anyone else’s. The same dishes and courses. But what happens AFTER dinner is totally different.
First off, gotta say I was kinda shocked when the White Lightning emerged. For you innocents, that’s corn liquor. Rough shit. If you’ve ever had a swig of rubbing alcohol, then you’ve experienced corn liquor. My mom saw it, and she was like, “What are y’all drinkin’ down there?” She acted all worried. A few seconds passed, and she said, “Give me a sip of that!” My mom, the lush. You can take the girl out of Alabama, but…You know, it’s not like we have alcohol stashed throughout the house, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her refuse any drink offered her.
Also, I’ve gotta say, I think my house is the only place where visitors bring their own Tupperware. It’s not like we put up a sign or anything. If they’ve been here once, then they just happen to know that we have a LOT of food. So, the next time they come, they’re prepared. Now, I’m not sure if it’s ghetto or simple ingenuity, but why is it that once the meal formally ends, people start going out to their cars? And it’s not like they have a container or two. They usually have a plastic SACK of containers. I mean, it’s like they’re Tupperware representatives and they’re using the sample containers or something. They come back in with the whole friggin collection, stocking up enough food for the next 2 weeks. I’m not bothered by this. Hell, I don’t even eat half the stuff. But I DO find it odd. I’m just sayin…
So, I hope my beloved 7 readers had a great Thanksgiving, and stay tuned as we wrap up training in what I like to call The Tysons Files…
