November 26, 2003

Incomplete Delivery

There is, right now as we speak, a turkey lying on the sidewalk in front of my house.
A naked, plucked, ready-to-roast-as-soon-as-you-clean-the-dirt-off-it turkey.
Just lying there.
Several people have walked past, paused, poked at it, and walked on.
More than a few have ignored it entirely.
No one has tried to pick it up or move it.
As if a raw turkey in the middle of the sidewalk were a natural occurrence.
Of course, this is my first Thanksgiving in this neighborhood... it could very well be.

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.

Posted by LeeAnn at November 26, 2003 05:54 PM
Comments

... and the turkey would be in the middle of the sidewalk because?

Posted by: jean at November 26, 2003 06:05 PM

I have no idea.

Posted by: LeeAnn at November 26, 2003 06:16 PM

It's obvious!

The mashed potatoes never showed up for their date. He became distraught and pulled out all of his feathers and then jumped to his death. A classic story of Thanksgiving love gone wrong.

Posted by: Lynn at November 26, 2003 06:18 PM

LOL Lynn, I'd love to see the Hallmark Movie Of The Week of that.

Posted by: LeeAnn at November 26, 2003 06:33 PM

Maybe this is why Canadians have Thanksgiving in October...So that suicidal love-lorn turkeys won't freeze to death in November.

Posted by: Lynn at November 26, 2003 06:36 PM

You know, if you fry that turkey, the 3 second rule is automatically extended to the three hour rule. Go for it!

Posted by: Velociman at November 26, 2003 06:44 PM

So you got my turkeygram?

Posted by: Da Goddess at November 27, 2003 12:38 AM

It's an old tradition. You're supposed to cook it for them. Beats borrowing your door. ;)

Posted by: Ted at November 27, 2003 05:46 AM

Hope your turkey is better than that one.
Happy Thanksgiving, LeeAnn!

Posted by: Beth at November 27, 2003 08:26 AM

Oooooooohhh, this makes my head hurt! I'm all aswirl in missing mashed potatoes, flying feathers and naked leaping turkeys o' lovelorn-ness... aaagggghhh! Here come the heat-seeking yams! OMG, the cranberries are flying, and spattering... flashbacks... flashbacks... FOODFIGHT!

Posted by: jean at November 27, 2003 04:44 PM

I'm beginning to think you are related to Douglas Adams...the strangest things occur when you're around.

Posted by: Serenity at November 29, 2003 11:02 AM

Ahhh, dammit...is my ex-wife passed out in the street again? Don't touch her, just call the cops, quick, before she wakes up!

Posted by: Bane at November 29, 2003 09:16 PM

Perhaps it's a leftover prop from the newest "This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs"campaign.

Just say "no".

Posted by: Snydely Whiplush at November 30, 2003 09:15 AM