Thankfully, my wife’s grandparents didn’t convince her to break up with me the first time I met them. If I were in their shoes, the relationship wouldn’t have lasted until the end of our first interaction with each other.
The first time I met Chantel’s grandparents was when I went to dinner with them at the casino, the fanciest place within about 50 miles. We went to the buffet.
Anyone that knows me knows that calling me a picky eater is an understatement. So pair that with the fact that I could possibly have a panic attack at just the thought of having to do something out of the ordinary and you have a recipe for disaster.
So here I am at this buffet and I’m freaking out about what to eat. I’m already so nervous that just the thought of food is making me nauseous and now I have to pick something out to eat. As I’m scanning the buffet, I notice spaghetti. Yes! I can handle spaghetti. How bad could it be? I put a modest amount of noodles on my plate and moved on to the sauce. Well, wouldn’t you know that there are 3 containers of sauce right next to each other and now I have to choose one. One sauce was super thick and full of stuff I knew I wouldn’t want, one was basically red water, and the other was something in-between. I chose the red water because I knew it would be the safest bet and I would be able to eat it. Boy was I wrong.
I went back to the table and took my first bite. Holy Cow! That was the most disgusting spaghetti sauce I had ever eaten in my entire life. Words cannot describe how awful this stuff was.
Now, being the polite young man that I am, I tried to force myself to eat it anyway. After gagging and grimacing for a few bites, Chantel’s grandmother convinced me to go and get something different off of the buffet. I went and came back with fried chicken or something, I can’t remember.
As I sat down, the three of them could barely contain their laughter. COCKTAIL SAUCE! It was cocktail sauce! While I was gone, Chantel’s grandmother tasted the sauce and made the discovery. I couldn’t believe the embarrassment! After they finally stopped laughing, we continued eating and the meal ended up not being so bad.
What I learned from this experience is that:
- I do some pretty stupid stuff
- My in-laws have a great sense of humor
- They’re non-judgmental
What was it like when you met your in-laws for the first time? What about some other embarrassing moment that actually worked out well? Let’s hear it!