A shovel. When I was maybe 10. I was required to shovel snow out of the driveway for the rest of the winter with it. There is a lot of lake affect snow when you live near Lake Michigan. My dad thought it was funny. You could tell he was very proud of himself for thinking of it. My sisters and I thought it was cruel. I still do. When we reminisce about it, it is with bitterness and little laughter.
I have received other bad gifts as well. Things such as the William Hung CD, the fiber optic clock that featured an eagle flying over flashing fireworks and a waving American flag, and really ugly clothing that I feel obligated to wear with a smile. Or there are the kids' toys that impact my life although they are not for me. They include things like the pony sized horse that plays the Lone Ranger opening track after you supply 8 batteries of varying sizes or the Sweet Little Princess assortment because your daughter must be interested in these things because she is a girl even if she only asked for trains and transformers. They both still occupy space in our house, gathering dust. Annoying, but not horrible as far as gifts go.
The shovel was by far the worst and I hope to never receive anything in such poor taste again.
A shovel? That is mean! Did you end up shovel during the entire winter?
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ReplyDeleteThat is mean I agree. It obviously made an impression deep in your psyche.
ReplyDeleteA very simple response. Clear concise and straight forward.