First off, I was seriously doubting that I was going to HAVE a Thanksgiving dinner.
This is the big Black Friday shopping weekend, and yours truly "volunteered" to drive to Kenosha, Wisconsin to help with the store.
I left my house at 9:15 this morning, partly to avoid any weather, but also to avoid Kat. Long story, ask me sometime when I'm not near anything sharp or poisonous.
Anyway, I got to the hotel around 2:00 (1:00 Kenosha time), and after talking with the desk clerk, pretty much ruled out the idea of finding a real meal today. Most of the restaurants were closed, and the ones that weren't required reservations.
Around 3:00, after the Packers game, I decided to take a drive. I managed to find one restaurant off the highway that wasn't too grungy looking, and sat down for a Thanksgiving buffet.
About 30 seconds after I sat down, I realized that there is very little in the world which is more pathetic than a single man sitting alone at a Thanksgiving buffet.
I quietly ordered a beer, quietly went to the buffet and got my plate of food (ham, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, about half the portions that most of the other customers were piling on), and quietly returned to my table and ate my dinner.
Other than the Jets game on the TV, I barely looked up from my plate. The food was eh, about what you would expect from a $15 buffet. A little dessert, a little coffee, and I was in and out in about an hour.
Now it's nap time, not because of any turkey tryptophan, but because I need to be at the store at 10:30 for a 24-hour shift.
Happy thanksgiving everyone. Be good little consumers tomorrow, and I'll still have a job.