Monday, June 29, 2009

The Unwelcome Son-In-Law

I've done it this time. After twelve years of marriage and two kids I have finally done something so horrific, I very well may never be allowed to step foot in my in-laws home again. What could possibly be so horrible as to warrant this type of banishment you may ask? Well sit down and strap in, and please don't judge too harshly, I've been beaten enough.

I, the chef, did the unspeakable and very likely unpardonable act of what must surely be a desperate crazy person. That's the only way to explain my folly, legal temporary insanity, that will be my defense.

My Father-in-law has (had) a favorite television show that he was really excited for me to watch the other day. The show is called Operation Repo, and like the title states, is a show about people who repossess vehicles. Here is where my sin occurred. Before the show started I noticed a disclaimer stating that the show was a depiction of actual events, I didn't mention that to him. Every repossession that happened had either a fight, gun, naked blurry person running wildly, or midget in the scene. It struck me as maybe a little bit fake, just a little, but fake none the less.

Today we watched again, and again the same four types of scenes were portrayed for our viewing pleasure, and I must add, it is viewing pleasure at its best. Here is where my world fell apart. I may have mentioned the observations to those in attendance in the room. When that didn't seem to jar them from their fantasy I proceeded to pull up the internet and look up Operation Repo/fake, cause I knew it was. Ha..... I was most definitely correct, I knew bad acting when I saw it. Well little did I know what I had done. Here I had single-handedly ruined my father-in-laws once favorite show. He now didn't want anything to do with it. With each passing commercial he crept farther and farther from the tv and came back later and later after those commercials until finally he never returned at all.

Had I just looked past all the logical, common sense thoughts running through my head, I may have still been welcome in the home, but because of my adult a.d.d. which is still as yet undiagnosed but obvious to all, I am now an outcast in the home. My attempts at offering a real show such as our household favorite Wipe Out, also proved unappealing and unaccepted. Oh well maybe in another twelve years I can make it up to him.


  1. That is classic. I think wipeout is the purest form of entertainment out there. And though it was fake who can pass up bad acting when midgets are involved. It reminded me of the time when I was first married and sat on a chair at my in-laws and did not know it was reserved for Jesus during the holidays from everyones reaction you would have thought the it was currently occupied by Christ himself. I was on the crap list for quite some time. I now pre screen all furniture during the holidays.

  2. How Funny! I hope you can make it up to him somehow!

  3. how COULD you, chef? How could you?