The Balanced News

It was about the time that Bill jr. died a family fond of their turkey invited a guest. You might think that inviting a guest is no big deal but for this family it was a huge deal. No they have no ill will toward guest, and aren’t the houghty toughty family you might expect. They encompass no elitism and are over all very common folks. Yes they are common folk but have a very uncommon thanksgiving experience.

As it turns out they have a very little oven to cook their turkey and if they were to invite additional people they would have to get a bigger turkey. A bigger turkey would not fit in their little oven. So a bigger turkey would result in them having to use a bigger oven.

For any other regular folk this might not be a problem but for this family it was a huge problem. Its not that these folk didn’t have enough money for a new bigger oven, for they surely did. The problem was that this little oven could cook a turkey like no other oven bigger or smaller. It was almost a magical little oven the way it did cook the turkey so well, keeping the juices so mmm good.

This particular thanksgiving the family had invited a guest. The father in the family had invited a man that his daughter was dating. It hasn’t ever been said why the father had made this leap. Some say it was on his wifes urge, others might say it was his daughters plea. I still believe to this day that the father had made this choice to invite this fellow as a sign of acceptance. Acceptance of the man in his daughters life and acceptance of the shifting times illuminated with the realization that that little oven wouldn’t last forever.

Fingers crossed, the Father made his extension to this man, ordering a new oven to cook the bigger turkey. It has not been clarified whether or not this father extended this extension directly or through his blessing to his daughter to extend the invite. As it has been told the father did make this extension. When thanksgiving came the family put their new larger turkey in their new larger oven in preparation for the dinner. Dinner came and the meal was placed on the table.

The fellow never turned up. The father held his tongue, even though he was very angry. The father had felt no embarrassment, for men like him see no shame. He was not angry for having a less them magical turkey that year, for he had committed to a new oven once the invite was made. The fact is that this fellow might as well have spat on the families turkey.

He was an extremely intelligent father, for he new that his disapproval and anger at this fellow would shield his daughter from further pain and embarrassment. It might have been the last thanksgiving, however thanks for everyone it was only the Worst Thanksgiving Ever.

Gobble till you Wobble.