I was all giddy with excitement anticipating going to a fantastic holiday party that evening, when I received disturbing, gut-wrenching, news. An email appeared mid-morning announcing the party had been cancelled due to “severe” weather.
I was perplexed by this and quickly checked the forecast which said the evening temperature was expected to be around 9 degrees. Now I was really befuddled, because in Northeast Ohio, 9 degrees is something we refer to in wintertime as, “chilly”.
When I realized the full implication of this ridiculous decision, I became enraged. The party, put on by an organization I belong to, features a delicious potluck dinner, including chicken which is paid for with our dues.
But this is not any ordinary chicken, it is maybe the finest chicken ever made. I had been anticipating this scrumptious chicken all week. The party was just a few hours away and I was already craving devouring that chicken. And now: I have paid for chicken, but there will be no chicken. None, no chicken.
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Of further concern, I had bought and wrapped a present for the white elephant gift exchange, but I won’t be able to exchange it with anyone because the holiday party is cancelled because someone in Northeast Ohio mistakenly believes that 9-degree temperatures are “severe”.
Unfortunately, I cannot give this gift to anyone as an actual Christmas present, because it is in fact a very sh!++y gift. Big sh!++y, woefully sh!++y. And it is a sh!++y gift because of the pitiful, cheapo, $6 limit. What the hell can you buy for $6 that isn’t just a piece of sh!+? You end up spending valuable holiday time shopping for something sh!++y, in order to get something equally sh!++y in return. What sense is that?
I can’t even give something this sh!++y to my newspaper delivery guy, lest I risk next Sunday’s paper being strewn all over the street, imprinted with tire tracks when he repeatedly backs up over it. Likewise, if I give this sh!++y gift to my boss, I can kiss my Christmas bonus goodbye. And I don’t want it for myself, because it is so sh!++y. The plan was to stick someone else with this awful piece of sh!+, not me.
Making matter worse, I had even bought something better than stale chips to take to the party. I didn’t have time to go to the dollar store for the usual awful snacks, so instead I had bought some festive Christmas cookies. Of course, these are just regular cookies, with red and green icing and sprinkles on them. In July, you can buy the same cookies with yellow icing and they are labeled just “cookies”. But put some red and green icing on them and by the magic of the season they are miraculously transformed into Christmas cookies! This means that they cost more, but they do seem to taste better, because it is Christmastime, after all.
However, now I am stuck with all these cookies, because 9-degree weather is too severe. Normally, having many leftover cookies would be a great thing. But my house is currently filled with an enormous amount of homemade “real” Christmas cookies which will last me until mid-February. Regrettably, these store-bought cookies are technically only Christmas cookies due to the icing and sprinkles. While these cookies would be considered tasty when covered with yellow icing in July, they are downright awful when compared to genuine Christmas cookies. They are, what’s the word…. what is it? Oh yeah, they are sh!++y. Very, very sh!++y cookies. So sh!++y, that I will have to feed these to the dog. The dog will eat them too fast and then ralph them up on the carpet. Not to worry, the barf will be red and green, Christmas barf if you will. Which somehow makes it better and adds to the joy of the season.
I will also miss the comradery of celebrating with my fellow group members. Last year’s party was so much fun. Especially when a few of the young women drank a little too much “holiday punch” and started to get a bit “frisky”. I had to step in and maintain all of their attention so that some of the young guys in the group would not take advantage of the situation. Yes, it was burdensome, but that’s just the type of guy I am.
But the worst part by far is: I paid for chicken, but I will get no chicken. None
To be fair, the wind chill was -6 degrees. Of course, it is only that cold if the wind hits your skin. When it is this cold, many people use some recently invented garments for protection, including the winter hat (invented around 1870) and the winter gloves (invented in the 1600’s). These would be adequate to keep someone from freezing during the brutal 50-foot walk from the parking lot to the building.
Reportedly, breathing air this cold can be damaging to some individuals. And that’s fine, they could have stayed at home, while the rest of us dined on scrumptious chicken. It would have even been preferable, because if fewer people show up, there would just be more chicken for everyone else. Maybe there would even be some leftover chicken that I could take home with me after the party. I know the right thing to do would be to drop off the extra chicken at the homes of the unfortunate people who were not able to attend the party, but trust me, that was never going to happen – even at Christmastime.
Lest you think I am overreacting to this most heinous infraction, may I remind you that this is the antithesis of getting free appetizers. This is money I have paid in membership dues, which is supposed to be used for incredibly delicious chicken, of which I will not get any. You see: I have paid for chicken, but there will be no chicken.
And there will be no refund of my membership dues since the year has ended. No chicken and no refund. Yes, I have contacted my attorneys Buckham, Duckem and Fucarelli, but they are not returning any of my calls. No doubt, they are attending holiday parties that were not cancelled due to “severe” weather and feasting on higher class foods such as shrimp, lobster and pâté de foie gras.
Do you understand what I am trying to say? I PAID FOR DELICIOUS, MOUTH-WATERING CHICKEN, AND THERE WAS NO FREAKING CHICKEN! NONE, NOT EVEN A WING!
To conclude, my entire Christmas experience this year has been severely diminished by one unfortunate incident, in which: I paid for chicken, but I got no chicken.