A small collection of translations from Reddit



Once, when I was a kid, I was invited to stay for dinner at my friend’s house. His mother poured ketchup into a deep plate, and the whole family smooked and licked their fingers during the meal. © [deleted] / Reddit



When I was a child, I once visited a friend, and her mother poured us orange juice during lunch. When we ate, she took the undrunk cups and poured all the juice back into the bag. Even as a child, I thought it was disgusting. © munkyyy / Reddit



My wife invited me to dinner at her house for the first time. They had two big dogs. I asked in advance if they could give them food from the table. I was told that I could feed them anything: all the dishes were still given to the dogs. I ate and laid the plate on the floor. The dogs ran out quickly. Then I picked up the plate to take it to the kitchen and asked where to put it – in the dishwasher or in the dishwasher. And they say to me, in the closet, because the dogs have already washed it well. I laughed at that joke and repeated the question. It was not a joke! My friend went into the kitchen and put her plate in the closet, next to the other “clean” plates. I was almost sick. I cut off all contact with them. © ebil_lightbulb / Reddit



I knew one girl. If she couldn’t drink a glass of water, she poured the remnants onto the carpet because it “absorbs everything.” © knittedfleecesweater / Reddit



A colleague of my wife, a honored doctor, invited us to dinner. As soon as we entered, I saw his full-length portrait given to him by one of his patients. I saw hundreds of photos in the room. Each of them had a home owner. Neither his wife, nor any of his four children, nor any of his relatives or other dear people. The group photos were cut down so that only he remained. I went into the bathroom, sat down more comfortably and took one of the books from the shelf near the toilet. The first book was written by the owner. I took another, again his authorship. I found that all the books were written by the owner of the house. I raised my eyes and noticed a photo on the small table in front of the toilet — and it was the owner of the house again... © castr0 / Reddit



In high school, I studied with a girl whose family decorated her house as if it were a painted house for sale. In the dining room on the table on beautiful plates lay plastic food. The bed in her room was filled so that the upper corner was turned as if she had just gotten up. There was a plate of fake oatmeal and a glass of fake orange juice. On the floor were painted and tiny, as if there was a child living in the room. And in the parent's bedroom, artificial pink petals were carried to the bed. © RCDagger / Reddit



I met a guy and his family was just very strange. They all did not do like everyone else, sometimes I even started to suspect they were aliens. No one in the house knew how to use the plate. They warmed food in the microwave or did not eat at home. All the cabinets and boxes in the house were wide open, as if they had no idea that they could be closed. His parents went to McDonald’s to watch TV, despite having a good TV with cable channels and a satellite antenna. © Reddit / Reddit



My friend David once invited me home. I had no idea that his whole family were nightmares. The floor in his house was simply not visible, I was literally on the plates with oatmeal. At some point, I saw a snake crawling among the garbage. I immediately figured out the patch that I was sick and ran home. Just a horror of something. © ev6464 / Reddit



My friend and I were looking for something in his father’s closet when I noticed a bunch of expensive electrical equipment in the depths — all of it was packed. I asked a friend about it. It turned out that his father kept all the new things he bought unprinted for about a year and only then began to use them. My friend didn’t know why, but I’m still interested. © dingobiscuits / Reddit