Game 4 topic: Glass
I was sitting with unfamiliar people at the dinner table, which usually is no big deal, but today was Thanksgiving and there wasn't a relative around. I looked to my left, where a 60 year old man, with a wickedly bushy mustache was trying to explain to me how the government was trying to keep him from retiring. Needless to say, I was really, really bored.
I'm not against useless conversation with people who I don't know, but I am against having to act like I like it. Anyway, back to the story . . . I was definitely eyeing the stuffing (a personal all-time favorite), and trying to avoid having to look interested. Earlier in the day the mother of the house had been bragging about her family recipe for rolls and how this year was the first year her daughter would be making them. This was a conversation I was actually interested in because it directly affected the amount of food I would be ingesting--self-interested, I know, but it was Thanksgiving and that's what Thanksgiving means to me.
I eventually got to the greatest moment in life: the point where food is in front of you, ready to be eaten. I dove right in and quickly realized that this was a feast. I was like a horse in a parade with blinders on--all I could see was the food in front of me--though I was in the midst of a whirlwind of meaningless conversation.
And then came the famous rolls. You usually don't expect a roll to look particularly appetizing, but these "legendary" rolls truly looked fabulous. I grabbed one and took a huge bite, noticing that the daughter who had made them was looking at me waiting for any sort of approval for her culinary efforts. But shortly after biting into the roll, I felt a very distinct
crunch. I decided to chew through it, thinking that maybe if it was like a piece of crusty bread or something like that I wouldn't have to draw attention to myself and ruin the daughter's life by telling her she'd screwed up the family tradition. But as I chew the crunched item was splitting and grinding--that's never good when it comes to food.
Realizing that this situation was serious, I shamelessly started to dig through the soggy, chewed-up bread in my mouth. Those who hadn't been watching me eat the roll (everyone but the daughter) started to notice what I was doing.
Finally I found the pieces of whatever I had been crunching and grinding on. I pulled it out: glass. I had been chewing glass.
"Is that glass?!" The mother seemed horrified. She shot a glare over at her daughter who was humiliated.
I could explain the outcomes on the daughter, mother, and everyone else, but I'd like to focus on the fact that
I chewed glass! What the crap is glass doing in a dinner roll? Does this family's family recipe for dinner rolls call for 1 part flour, 2 parts beer bottle? How do you respond to that?
"Oh it's no big deal, last year I had a hypodermic needle in my yams"? No. You can't come back from chewing glass. Thanksgiving shouldn't be the time when you give thanks that you don't have to try to digest shards of glass.