I was 18 and my gf was 16. she and i had been invited to her aunts house for Thanksgiving dinner. as i drove into the driveway, i could smell the turkey cooking from their kitchen. I knocked on the door and gf had already arrived and answered the door. dinner lacked about 30 minutes, so we just hung out together and played some games.
The dinner bell rang and off we go to a great Thanksgiving Day meal….......or maybe.
I was 6 ft. 5 inches tall. their Thanksgiving dinner was on a harvest table, that was directly underneath a huge crystal glass chandelier. we all took our seats and the blessing was said. i realized i had to go to the bathroom. not wanting to stall anyone from eating, i quickly raised up out of my chair and hit that damn chandelier with my head. not one or two pieces of glass fell on the Thanksgiving dinner, but rather the whole chandelier fell and smothered the turkey. not many guys have heart attacks at age 18, but i felt one coming. embarrased is not a good enough word for how i felt. i said i was sorry and walked out the front door and drove my car home.
I was never invited back and gf’s father moved the whole family 300 miles away from me.
That was a black Turkey Day for me.