One year, many Christmases ago, my wife said she wanted a certain type of perfume. I couldn’t find it, so I enlisted the help of one of my female friends, who managed to track it down somewhere. My wife was delighted. It was a tiny bottle, and she doesn’t wear it often, maybe a couple times a week, but she would run out every other christmas so I would spend days going to diffefent department stores looking for this stuff. She always acted liked she loved it.
Two years ago. The usual small box is under the tree. Christmas eve my wife says something like “I really, really hope that isn’t perfume again. That stuff just gives me a headache.”
What? You wear it… you say you like it… has been this way for 7 or 8 years… its kind of a christmas tradition…
Lancia, that reminds me of the one time, back when parachute pants and leg warmers were fashionable, that I sort of maybe mentioned that I liked caffiene-free Coke to my mother. She now buys a case of it for me every year.
We have key lime pie every Thanksgiving and for my every birthday, because once, when I was actually in the Keys, I had some and remarked that I liked it when I got home. That was over 15 years ago. Apparently my mother thinks it’s like my favorite thing to eat, ever.
I’m really tired of it, and don’t care if I ever see another key lime pie. There will be one again this year at Thanksgiving. I can’t escape it.
My worst gift was from a guy I had dated, but I eventually married his best friend. He had a picture someone had taken of me with my eyes half closed (thus looking horrible) put on a coffee mug as a “joke”. That guy’s nickname should have been (and probably still should be) Mr Passive Aggressive.
My dad suggested I buy my mum a bedside rug for her birthday. I did, and I found out he used it, giving her back her worn out rug he’d been using because his had worn out.
Just when I thought the mental image couldn’t get any worse. :smack:
The most wtf gift I’ve gotten was an eyelash curler. (This thing.) I have naturally curly eyelashes. I never wore makeup at the time. My aunt meant well, she was just slightly… misinformed. She’s our family’s Martha Stewart and usually has spot-on gifts for everyone, which made it even stranger.
One year my (now ex-)husband and stepsons made a big fuss over their Christmas present to me. I unwrapped a good-sized velvet box but instead of jewelry it contained one of those cheap nickle ball chains, only instead of key chain length it was long enough to be a necklace. Boy oh boy did they ever think it was funny how they went to the trouble to fool me into thinking I was getting a nice gift. And no, they didn’t say they were kidding and replace it with something else, that was my gift. Still stings to think about.