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Nice, that’s exactly the kind of stuff I was thinking of!
A couch surfing hippy my room mate let stay with us for two horrible weeks decided to make some oily vegan garbage in our stock pot for a “thank you dinner”. I took one bite and almost puked from all the veggie oil she used. I asked if I could skim it off the top of the pot and she got all pissed, grabbed the pot and tried to flush it down our (only) toilet. It immediately overflowed a bunch of oily, undercooked, and flavorless crap onto our bathroom floor. There was much more drama after that involving an expensive bike, an ex boyfriend, unpaid roto-rooter bill, a rental steam cleaner, and new rules involving house guests. bonus: she used all of our food to make it, she bought nothing herself!
Man… What a shitty situation
I did this to a friend, no idea how high up their “weird dinner shit” list this sits.
I was in kindergarten when I got invited over to stay over & the mom served broccoli.
I hate broccoli.
I tried ignoring the broccoli, no dice. I tried telling the mom I was allergic, no dice. I tried trading in the broccoli for more bread, no dice…
Out of options, I begrudgingly ate a piece & knew immediately I couldn’t stomach another, so I did the only logical thing an illogical kindergartner knew to do….
I stuffed the broccoli in the couch cushions…
Yes, I got caught. Their dog sniffed out my stash.
Ha, I had a similar story at a similar age. I went to a friend’s house for a sleepover. They said they were having broccoli, and I actually liked broccoli and was excited about it. Then dinner comes, and I get this tiny tree looking stuff. 🥦 That’s not broccoli! I tell the mom.
She looks at me like tf kid? “That’s broccoli Raiderkev.”
6 year old me had only ever had frozen, chopped, cheap broccoli that was boiled to mush by my mom. I tried to be polite and eat it, but I just couldn’t because in my dumb 6 year old brain, this was NOT broccoli. I took a few bites, and I think maybe because it was like sauteed fresh broccoli, and actually cooked well it had more firmness to it. I think the stalk hit my gag reflex or something, either that or my body just couldn’t stomach it, and I threw up all over their table. I felt so bad. Needless to say, I never had another sleepover at that house.
I was the dickhead once. I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner to a family’s house I did not know until that night. My autistic ass really did not understand dinner manners at the time since no one had taught me. The cook asked me how the turkey was, and I was proud to authentically answer, “Dry.” They then told me to put gravy on it, and everyone started laughing. I thought they were laughing at me because I was too stupid to put gravy on the turkey. Nope. Now, I think they were laughing at me because I was too stupid to know to lie and say it was good, or perhaps they thought I was a bold person. Oops! 😆
Happy autism acceptance month! 😀
Orrrr they might’ve laughed because they were thinking the same thing but couldn’t say it.
