Couldn’t get home one year. Guy says, have Thanksgiving with us, it’ll be fun. I go reluctantly and keep thinking leftover Chick fil A would have been better. Lo and behold, mid meal his grandpa stands up at the table, drops his trousers and boxers in front of about ten people and exposes Mr Winky. He just stands there, his pickle swinging in the wind. I was ready to perform CPR on one woman, and clear another persons airway when they choked on a yam. After the shock wore off they helped the old guy get dressed. I don’t think anyone spoke the rest of the meal. I’ve declined every invitation since.