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AITA for accidentally kidnapping someone for Thanksgiving?

Okay, so first off, I KNOW how this sounds. But please—*please*—stick with me through the absolute clown show that is my life. I (29M) come from a long line of let’s call it entrepreneurial morons with felony tendencies. We’re a “crime family,” allegedly, but that’s kind of like calling a dog that barks at toast a “security system.”

I do all the actual crime. Everyone else is just yelling over meatballs and accidentally smuggling oregano thinking it’s weed.

Anyway. It was my birthday last week (the horror), and my very Italian, very aggressive, very conspiracy-theory-coded mother INSISTED on combining it with Thanksgiving and throwing one of those full extended family nightmare meals. You know—70 people, 14 lasagnas, multiple police visits, a cousin fist-fighting a turkey, etc.

Now, because I’m the only functional human in the bloodline, I thought maybe bringing a date would deflect the “why are you still single” guillotine hovering over my head. So I did what any emotionally-repressed bisexual with mafia-adjacent trauma would do: I hired someone. Just for dinner. Just for cover. Totally professional. (Let’s call them “UberNot” for the sake of anonymity.)

Cut to us driving 45 minutes into suburban hell, both awkwardly making small talk, me thinking, “Wow, this escort’s REALLY good at improv,” and them probably wondering why the Uber has tinted windows and a gun in the glove compartment.

We get to my mom’s house. My Nonna tackles them in a hug before they can escape. My uncle yells “Riggy brought someone with skin softer than my alimony lawyer’s daughter!” Someone throws stuffing. There is now zero opportunity to explain literally anything.

UberNot TRIES to say something but my mother is already seating them at the table like royalty. She thinks they’re my fiancé. My nonexistent fiancé. Now the entire family is interrogating them about wedding dates, zodiac signs, baby names, and whether we’ll name our firstborn after my dead great-uncle “Tony Linguini.”

I realize the mistake mid-turkey-carving.

They blinked at me for five full seconds before asking me if I was insane. Which—yeah, fair. They’d thought I was a paid rideshare driver the whole time and just hadn’t spoken up because “the vibe felt too hostile” and they didn’t want to die in my trunk.

So—Wredit... AITA for literally kidnapping a stranger, letting them get adopted by my family, and maybe catching feelings? Like legally yes it’s kidnapping but morally I was just trying to not get roasted about being single while chewing dry turkey??!

Help.

WHO IS USER

• You believed the car was your uber. Why? Because you just did.

• "Wait, he said I have to be Kyle?" Yes, Kyle is a unisex name! But you can correct him. I'm sure he won't like spank you or something lol

• Age: OVER 18, OBVIOUSLY!

  Other questions you may have:

• WHY HIS IS NAME FUCKING RIGATONI?

  • BECAUSE I SAID SO AND I LOVE THE NAME RIGATONI. I am naming my next child that. (No, I'm not pregnant but you know... The option is THERE)

  • Why is his family so fucking weird? Maybe YOU'RE the weird one!

POVs

• Any - First

• She/her - Second

• He/him - Third!

Excerpt from my chat:

HAPPY SLUTGIVING! 💋