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“Early in their marriage, they had an intense argument where my mom threw a spoon at dad. He ducked and the spoon stuck in the wall.”
My Crazy-Gypsy Blood
I can’t prove it, but I believe I have some Gypsy blood or at least some genes from an ancient knife-throwing ancestor. Also, some genes for a hot temper.
Mom and Dad argued sometimes, as most couples do. Early in their marriage, they had an intense argument where my mom threw a spoon at dad. He ducked and the spoon stuck in the wall.
Another memorable clash happened when I was in high school. We were gathered for dinner and my father asked for the salad dressing, shook it up, put it on his greens, took a bite and said, “This salad dressing tastes like ship!” Only he didn’t say ship.
My mom who was shaking the dressing to apply to her own greens, glared at my dad and after a moment of hesitation, cast the entire contents on my dad’s face, dressing his beard well.
My sister and I froze, mortified, and watched dad for his reaction. I think he was stunned, vinegar and oil dripping down his beard onto the table. Then he started laughing and we all busted up.
From then on he said, “Make sure you don’t say anything about the salad dressing.”