(I am barely getting this one in on Tuesday!)
We spent the first 3 days at his brother's house in/close to Lancaster, and got to see all the Amish sights, and even a train museum and petting zoo. It was really nice.
On to the embarrassing, horrific, can't believe it happened part.
Once we arrived at his parents house, I got settled in and felt really welcomed. I must say his parents, and sister, went above and beyond to make me feel welcome and at home. Three days into the trip, we were all cooking a big family meal. I can't even remember the exact meal, but I know I was doing the vegetables, peeling carrots and potatoes and such. Pat and Bill, the parents, had a big fancy garbage disposal in their sink, kinda like the one we had at home, only it looked bigger, so I knew I could just shred those little peelings right down the drain. I turned on the water, and slowly started to put the peelings down the disposal, being careful not to put too many down at one time in case it was like ours and was a "small capacity" deal. Well, it wasn't a "small capacity" deal, but an "Out of Order" deal.
Yes, you read that right. The little gal from down south who was trying oh so hard to impress these northerners with her mad kitchen skills sent 10 pounds of vegetable peelings straight through the drain and into the little cabinet under the sink, which caused the pipes to burst and fly out the cabinet door. That and 40 gallons of water, too, which went ALL OVER the kitchen floor. The pipes from the sink also led down to the basement sink and washer drain, and the burst pipe/water fall caused it to flood in the basement sink and drain area that led to the outside city plumbing system also, or whatever it is called, because of how the water pipes are designed in big cities like Philly.
Everyone leaped into action. You see, this was a 3 story house, and towels and such were on one floor, flooding kitchen sink on another floor, and basement pipes, drain, and shut off valve in the basement/lower level. To sum it up, by the time the sister came down with the towels, we were already singing "Michael Row Your Boat Ashore" if you get my drift.
During the "rush" of all that was going on, Pat headed down to the basement because she knew what would be going on down there due to the kitchen flood & rampage of the pipes. Well, you can only guess what happens as she heads down the narrow basement steps in wet tennis shoes. Yes, she slips and falls down the flight of stairs. She bruises her hip, buttocks, and back. I am still not fully convinced she did not crack a rib, but she would not go to the ER. Not only did she fall, she reached out and grabbed a 24 pack of water stacked beside the stairwell in an attempt to NOT fall down said flight of stairs, so there went 24 bottles of water "Plop Plop Plopping" down the stairs making it sound like the never ending fall of a lifetime.
Lets recap. Five days in Pennsylvania and I have already left a lasting impression on S's mom's bruised behind, a HUGE dent in his dad's wallet due to a plumbers fee, and mega dish washing problems for the family due to lack of sink usage for nearly a WEEK to come. Yeah, I bet they rejoiced and did a spiritual dance when I broke up with their son! (Only he told them he broke up with me "for their own good and so they wouldn't be so upset." HAHAHAHAHA! Whatever, dear S.)
And all this was BEFORE I let S's dog out of their mini yard accidentally and had to go chasing him down the streets of Philly IN MY PINK SNOOPY NIGHTGOWN. Yeah. Fun times. S was sleeping in down in the basement (which was all repaired by now) so I let his whimpering dog out to pee. All I can say about that incident is thank God that lady was walking her German Sheppard that morning and Tucker stopped to check her out, or I may never have caught him, or got permanently lost. Whichever came first. Oh, and of course Miss Hillbilly me was BAREFOOT during this parade of Philly. Not wearing all my undergarments, no glasses, and I doubt I had combed my hair. Yeah. Good thing I had a tetanus shot. God only knows what are on those streets. Ugh. And when I was explaining to the lady who caught Tucker for me, she listened to me closely and asked in amazement, "Where exactly are you from?" To which her eyes went "OHHHHHHHH!" when I answered "Kentucky." And to believe they think Southerners are stupid!
And can you believe S's parents were STILL fabulous to me and even invited me back? I am pretty sure they even meant it, too! They even met up with my parents for dinner when they came to our neck of the
Are you all shocked to know this relationship did not end on a well note? Me neither.
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