This is a new game I just made up.....basically, it's a combination of the Clod Challenge and the Pushover game, and it was inspired by a bunch of recent threads on this board, namely the one about the unhelpful flight attendants. The object of the Blame Game is as follows: One poster describes a (fictional) situation where people were rude to them, and they bent over backwards to try to make it right, mind their manners, keep their cool to keep the peace, etc., and then everyone else has to come up with ways that the OP (of that scenario, that is) was rude, or the taken-advantage-of person in the story. Bonus points if it's outlandish, far-fetched, and completely illogical. I'll go first:
I'm throwing a holiday party for the neighbours, and no sooner did I send out the invitations than my best friend called me and notified me of a VERY ugly rift between Betty and Martha, because for her wedding, Betty bought Martha a set of bath towels that were WHITE, when Martha had SPECIFICALLY requested ECRU towels on her registry, goshdarnit!!! So anyway, since I couldn't retract either invitation at this point, and both Betty and Martha RSVP'ed "yes," without knowing the other had done the same, there was no way around it.
So, come the evening of the party, I just fixed all of everybody's favourite h'or d'ouevres and desserts, and set up identical buffets in different rooms of the house (one in the living room, one in the family room), with music, DDR and Jenga for people who wanted it, and "worked the party" by strategically floating from one room to the next, tag-teaming with my husband. All the guests mingled and socialized as they pleased, but if either my husband or myself saw ANY iminent contact between Betty and Martha coming, we'd instantly go and distract both of them (separately, of course), by striking up a conversation about the latest article we saw in Obsessed Housewife Magazine. We managed to do this without neglecting ANY other guests, of course--if we saw any of them looking hungry, or thirsty, or bored, we'd make sure they had their drinks and snacks refilled, and asked them all about their kid's latest hockey triumph, their latest home-renovation project, and the validity of the "no white after Labour Day" rule. However.....just as Betty and Martha were about to leave, things got UGLY. It turns out that Martha was, ahh, slightly inebriated (we'd tried to make sure nobody overindulged, but alas, she's a lightweight), and she saw Betty and her husband walking to their car. Well, I guess old grudges die hard, because she hauled off and PUNCHED the poor woman right in the face!!!
Of course, Betty was too classy to fight back, which compelled Martha to refer to her as a "goody-two-shoes," and call her upbringing into question.....it so happened, Betty had attended Snobbington Academy for Girls, and then went to Wellesley where she pledged Phi Beta Pearls, and graduated magna cum laude (all on a napkin-folding scholarship, no less!!!); whereas Martha went to public school from kindergarten through OAC, then ended up at Guinness University (Wasn't there a beer called that? No, it's not a coincidence, they're the school's chief sponsor), and was a member of Beta Sigma Booze. Sure, she didn't graduate right at the end of four years, but she finished eventually, because her parents just kept sending the school more money!!! And after all, as the Guinness sponsors convinced the principal, there was no sense flunking a student who was as proficient at flip-cup as Martha was. (For those of you who don't know, flip-cup is a drinking game that involves flipping one's empty cup over by putting it halfway on the table and flicking it over with one hand, then putting it back the right way and taking a shot after one has successfully flipped the cup). But anyway, Martha graduated, cuss it all to tarnation!!! She finished university TOO, cuss it all to tarnation!!! So, she's JUST as good as that stuck-up Betty!!!
Anyway, while Betty was nursing her bleeding nose and swollen lip, Martha noticed that one of her fake fingernails had fallen off and gotten lost in the snow. At this, she became LIVID, and threatened to sue Betty for the cost of the manicure she'd gotten especially for the party. Now the whole set is RUINED, because she'd paid extra to have images of Santa and his nine reindeer appliqueed to her nails, and now Dasher is missing!!! Or, was it Dancer? Well, who cares?!?!? The Female Dog must PAY!!! First thing Monday morning, Martha SWORE she was going to get on the phone with that lawyer, what's his name? Well, Betty must know, he acted for her that one time when Martha's son got hold of his dad's flamethrower and "accidentally" torched her garage. He must be good, too, because poor Ptraghvyss (that's pronounced "Travis," the P, G and H are silent--just think, it's like "pterodactyl," except with more superflous letters) is STILL doing community service five years later, the poor thing. It's not like he knew any better, he was only 18 at the time!!! So yeah, as SOON as Betty was willing to cough up the name of that lawyer, by gosh, Martha swore she'd be on that phone faster than you can say "wilfull arson."
Okay, E-Hellions.....blame away!!!