My evil sister in law (again). Her and her husband are the worst Christmas ingrates. Every year there seems to be a problem with one or more gifts from my mother in law forcing someone to take it back. The bad habit has now spread to their 5 kids.
My poor MIL, 75 and not in great health, this Christmas has made the horrible mistake of buying clothes for her grandchildren, now in their teens. It appears their parents habit of crushing my MIL dreams with gift rejections has been passed on down to them.
She committed the ultimate crime of buying a sweater for her oldest GC, only to be told she never wears sweaters. BIL was given two button up sweaters, one plum and one burgundy——-he announced he doesn’t need 2 the same color. A hoodie for the youngest is too big and he refuses to wear it even after reminders he’ll grow into it.
With each refusal she lets out a weak, defeated apology offering to give cash to the ingrate and to take it back. Gee that’s in the Spirit of Christmas. I have a better idea:
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NO!!! Here’s your fucking receipt YOU take it back!
Oh and guess what! From now on: LAME GIFT CARDS FOR ALL OF YOU!!!
Here’s an idea: you get 2 sweaters near the same color? WEAR THEM. They fucking fit. No one will care!
You don’t wear a sweater? Give it to a friend!
Your best won’t wear an oversized sweatshirt? Give it to his bigger brother!
Can’t you people see this is an older woman and it has become a hardship for her to buy gifts for your stupid fucking family? Do you realize it’s not going to get better? Has she bought me duds? Sure! You know what I do? I say THANK YOU and show appreciation for the thought. If it’s an article of clothing I can’t wear guess what? It either goes to Goodwill or maybe once or twice in the past 20 years I was able to take it back without a receipt without insulting anyone 3 seconds after getting it.
Don’t get me wrong: every once in a while we all get dud gifts. But this goes on MULTIPLE times, EVERY fucking year there’s at least two eggs with these fucking people and on top of it they have to announce it to everyone in the room that they don’t like the gift. They don’t even give MIL the dignity of taking her aside, privately, afterwards and letting her know the present is a problem.
Oh, btw thanks for the shitty fucking gift card every year. I’m sure that took as much effort and thought as a 75 year old trying to pick out shirts for your spoiled brats.
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