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DEL.ICIO.USAre holiday mishaps part of your celebration?
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
With Thanksgiving just weeks away, I can’t help but remember an embarrassing moment from last year.
I had invited an elderly aunt who was recently confined to a wheelchair. My husband found a medical transport company that promised to transport her in time for Thanksgiving dinner. Needless to say, they did not show on time and we got on the phone to check on them. After promises of an ETA of “any minute” the van finally arrived just when the house was bustling and we were due to sit down to eat, about an hour after the appointed time.
The icing on the cake was that the company had run out of regular transport vans, so substituted an emergency vehicle, which couldn’t accommodate wheelchairs. This required my aunt to be transported to and from the van by stretcher and then transferred to the wheelchair in the dining room (and the reverse on the way out - luckily she was a good sport about it all.)
Picture the scene my neighbors were treated to watching ambulances and stretchers being rolled in and out of my house twice within hours. I am sure Bewitched’s Mrs. Kravitz would have had a field day if she had been on my street that night. I can only imagine tales of food poisoning, and probably worse, sprouting around town.
What holiday havoc has happened in your home? Is it true that no good deed goes unpunished?
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By GRITS
November 10, 2008 3:44 PM | Link to this
We know when it is time to eat because the smoke detector goes off……signaling the burn and serve rolls are done. This has become a family joke.
By FCM
November 11, 2008 3:41 PM | Link to this
For Thanksgiving dinner my parents allowed each child a sherry glass full of wine with dinner (I remember this as early as age 6—-and it was before the current never let them smell a cork crowd).
Inevitably my brother would hit his (or my) glass and knock it into my plate. My parents would not let me replace my plate (why let that food go to waste?). It was years before I had a Thanksgiving dinner that didn’t all taste like wine.