The Worst Thanksgiving Ever

Based on a true story

"Hey, Dad, remember that one fucked up Thanksgiving when you forced us to go to Luby's?" I ask as we drive.

Our dad laughs. "I do remember that."

Nate laughs. "Yeah that was hilarious."

Flashback

"Hey, Mum, do you want me to help you with the dinner?" I ask, walking into the kitchen.

She shakes her head. "I'm just making a snack. We're going out for Thanksgiving dinner."

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Because, like, all the restaurants will be full."

Mum sighs. "We're going to Luby's."

"What?!" I exclaim in disbelief.

She nods. "Yeah, I'm not too happy about it either. Go take it up with your father."

I scoff and then turn around. "Daddy!" I yell across the house. When I get no reply, I go into his office. "What the hell were you thinking when you decided we were gonna go to Luby's for Thanksgiving?"

"Well, Nate, Jason, Frankie, and I thought it would be a good idea to spice things up a bit," he explains.

"That's the worst idea ever! Luby's is where old people go and wait in line for hours to get the Sunday Special! I think a couple people have even died in there!"

"No body has died in Luby's," he father says and rolls his eyes. "Get over it, because that's where we're going."

I groan and walk away, walking into the living room to watch TV.

About an hour later, we set off to go to the worst restaurant ever. When we pull into the parking lot, I gasp. The line is literally out the door.

I turn to my mother. "Can we please go home?" I ask.

She sadly shakes her head.

I let out an exaggerated sigh as I step out of the car. We wait in line for at least thirty minutes before my mum and I get so fed up.

"This was a horrible idea," My mother tells my father. "I can't believe you made us come here."

"Yeah, Dad, what the hell's your problem?" I look up at my father. I'm sitting down in the grass, tearing it apart. The grass feels like rubber, which is really weird.

He shrugs. "I thought it would be a good idea."

I stand up. "That's it. I'm not eating at this piece of shit place. Come on, Mum; we're leaving."

My mother and I get in the car, and I drive us to the grocery store. There are no more turkeys left – or any Thanksgiving things for that matter – so we go to Subway. We're the only people there and we take our turkey sandwiches to go.

When we get back home, we both eat our sandwiches at the dining room table together.

"We are never, ever, going back to Luby's," I say, my mouth full.

My mum nods in agreement. "That was just awful."

"Dad better not pull this shit again next year or I'm gonna bust a cap in someone's ass."

"Language," my mother scolds.

I scoff. "I cuss all the time. Why am I suddenly getting scolded for it?"

She shakes her head. "Just not at the Thanksgiving dinner table, sweetie."

"Fine," I say. "I'll be a G-rated movie for the next," I look at the clock, "thirty minutes."

We finish eating and then we watch Grey's Anatomy together.

That was the worst Thanksgiving ever.

End Flashback

I look out the window. This is so not the way to Maggiano's, the Italian restaurant we were supposed to go to. "Um, where are we going?"

Nate turns around with a grin on his face. "Luby's."

And we pull into the Luby's parking lot and see the mile long line for the Thanksgiving special.