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A Not So Textbook Movie Lunch

 This story was possible thanks to lovely lady who took a bit too much joy in telling this story.



It was a regular Sunday afternoon lunch.

    That special afternoon that everyone has to come down to the dining table and eat lunch like all those families we see in movies.


Who invented that anyways?


They laugh, joke and talk about their lives on a dining table positioned in a way that conveniently lets in light from the bay window in the background, accentuating everyone's faces perfectly. They have inside jokes, a dog and a ridiculous amount of food for just five people.


Well, for starters, my family has six people. Not really the picture perfect number.


My younger sister had a giant pimple on her nose (I remember because my brother mocked her about it).


There was no perfect window with perfect lighting... and there were exactly six plates of food on the table (have you read about our economy recently???)


Soooo not a textbook movie lunch.


As I mentioned earlier, my brother mocked my sister.

He also mocked my other brother, the TV show he just watched 

and everything humanely mockable. 


He was having a blast at everyone's expense and no one found it funny.

Until he accidentally knocked his water into his rice.


Now THAT was hilarious.





Surely we would be a sympathetic family and help him out???





NO WAYY!!!!!!




WE mocked HIM to no end.

And had fun doing it!

It was the highlight of our lunch.

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