“How Was Your Thanksgiving?”
One thing I can’t stand about holidays is the aftermath. I’m talking about the endless barrage of questioning that comes with every greeting for about a week afterward. If it just ended with “How was your Thanksgiving,” it’d be as bearable as every other “How are you?” But no; it’s invariably followed by “What did you do?” “Where’d you go?” “What did you eat?” and several other obvious questions.
For Christ’s sake – I went to family’s. We watched football and had turkey. It was delicious. JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER YEAR.
Happy?
I mean, just like “How are you,” who really cares? Who really wants to know?
Of course, if I ate at Jennifer’s, I’d have a more interesting (and gross) story.
That’s so true. I’ve been answering the question with “We threw up. A lot.” It really shuts up the conversation right then and there. Join us next year. Then, you, too, can put an end to all that inquiring for good.
Lighten up. Sheesh. It’s just polite conversation.
Besides, if someone told me, “We threw up a lot.” I’d probably say, “Vomitorium? Or just a bulimic party?”
You should have fun with it. Almost Every time someone asks me “How are you?” I either answer “incredible” or “really awful.” And then I change the subject.
When someone says “How was your Thanksgiving?” Say “We’re quakers, we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.”
The look on their faces will amuse you for days.
Yeah, I know exactly what you mean…some people..sheesh…
So, how was your weekend?