The power went out halfway through dinner, so somebody dug an old deck of cards out of a kitchen drawer.
“Let’s play blackjack.”
Easy enough… or so I thought.
About three hands in, my dad stopped the game because he said the dealer was doing it wrong. My brother laughed and said that’s how he’d always seen it played. My sister jumped in with, “That’s not how Uncle Mike taught us.”
Four people. Four completely different versions of blackjack.
The cards sat untouched while everyone defended the person who’d taught them years ago. Nobody was trying to win anymore. It turned into a debate over whose childhood memories were more reliable.
After about 15 minutes, I searched for home blackjack rules just to settle it.
That only made things worse.
Most of what we argued about wasn’t actually wrong. We had all picked up different house rules over the years and assumed they were universal. Looking back, it makes perfect sense. None of us had learned from the same person.
We eventually voted on which rules to use and finished the game.
My dad still claims we ignored the “proper” way to play, even though nobody else remembers ever using his version before that night.
Has anyone else discovered their family has its own unofficial blackjack rules?