David’s daughter, Becky, and his granddaughter, Laura, decided to spend another Thanksgiving day at the home of David’s ex-wife, Rita. This left David alone for the holiday yet again, which was exactly how he liked it.
David despised cooking and almost just threw a turkey Hungry Man frozen meal into the microwave as he had done in previous years, but when he saw a special at his local grocery store for a complete Thanksgiving dinner for 4 people for only $59, he decided to splurge.
His mouth watered as he picked up his turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie from the store just before they closed on Thanksgiving Day. When he came home, his cats, Fred and Barbra Streisand, were very interested in the new smells, and David was happy to accommodate them.
“Not until you’re properly dressed for Thanksgiving Day,” he said sternly. David put fancy cat dresses on them, and even put his prized sparkling ruby red shoes on Barbra Streisand. “You’re a diva, so you should be dressed as such,” he exclaimed as he put the shoes on his cat while she bit at his hand and hissed at him.
David prepared the table and carefully placed all items on it in an orderly fashion. He used his finest silverware, napkins, and plates. It was one of the few days of the year that he actually sat at a table instead of the couch.
He placed a little bit of everything on the plates for his cats, then dished up his own plate. His cats nervously sniffed around, and settled on the turkey alone. David took a big first bite, chewed it a bit, then spit it out onto his plate. He fished around his mouth with his tongue, then, with disgust, pulled out an entire fake fingernail that had fallen off into the gravy.
“Disgusting! This ruins everything!” David wanted to vomit. He looked at the rest of the food and knew it was of no use. “To hell with it, then!” He grabbed all of the containers, some still sealed, and promptly dumped them into the trash. “Happy Thanksgiving to the garbage can!”
He looked outside with anger in his heart and noticed the homeless man that lived in the vacant lot next to his apartment complex, Lonny. David scraped the food out of his trash can, put it on a plate, and walked outside toward Lonny.
“Want some food?” he asked.
“Sure! Thanks, man! God bless!” Lonny couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more than I did, said David as he walked away.
David went inside and heated up his frozen turkey Hungry Man meal and enjoyed it on the couch while his cats fell asleep at his feet, fat from their hearty feast.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
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