Share Your Thanksgiving Stories Here
November 25, 2010 in Grump Corner
Is your turkey still defrosting slowly today? Have you rammed a hairdryer up its innards to help while family members look on in varying states of disapproval? Are all your pies coming out the oven blackened and misshapen, looking for all the world like H.R. Giger vagina-monsters? Then you’re probably not alone. Even if you are. You’re not. I’m celebrating Thanksgiving by making some lolotters and eating Cadbury’s chocolate and writing this thing, so you can all feel jealous of me if you want. Anyway, all holidays suck to some extent, so feel free to share your Thanksgiving joys or horrors below.
Giant Halloween stores have opened in my neighborhood, two of them! One sits in what used to be Gristedes, a terrible supermarket chain. The other occupies space formerly leased by J & R Music which went Chapter 11 earlier this year and left. I was indifferent to the departure – prices were okay but service was iffy. I bought my Toshiba laptop from them and 2 years ago I succumbed to an HDTV for my bedroom. I’ve lived in Manhattan for 23 years and harbor neither nostalgia for nor relief from commerce past. Some folks are passionate about changes to the neighborhood. I’m not.
Ironically, just days after my post about how going to the ER is so difficult for me was run, here, on Wordsmoker, I ended up in another situation where I HAD to go to the ER. I actually was ordered by my primary care physician to go to the ER.
Anyone who wants to talk about something other than the Michael Jackson funereal concert–except what a grotesque spectacle it is and how it is pitiably free from snipers–please join me in comments.
