"Grandma's picked out a good catch for you, right here from our neck of the woods, they've even built a decent house, he's older but older men treat you better, I squared it away yesterday, you two should start dating."
The men around cheered on, pushing me to make a good first impression later.
This is beyond the pale!
"Totally forgot, where do you ancient relics dig yourselves up from? If you're so fond of the guy, why don't you marry him, Grandma? Might not get a son out of you at your age, but you'd sure spoil him rotten."
Grandpa slammed his fork down, and steely-faced ordered Mom to leave, and he needed to straighten me out.
Dad played peacemaker, nudging Mom to make a quick exit, and told me to bow and apologize to Grandpa.
"It's Thanksgiving, meant to be merry, let's not brawl any longer."
Mom snorted, snatched up the soup and overturned it on Dad's head.
Seaweed and eggs dribbled down his hair.
Mom, amid Grandma's screeching and Grandpa's bellowing, flipped the dinner table.
"This barren woman isn't serving you a bunch of overlords anymore. George Bryan, what makes your family think they can set up my daughter? How about cleaning yourself up and getting hitched instead!"