Unfortunate
So what’s the worst gift you ever got?
I don’t know what Grace’s problem is… I wouldn’t turn down a Spongebob shirt! I have me a Spongebob tie, and it’s a prized piece of clothing.
So what’s the worst gift you ever got?
I don’t know what Grace’s problem is… I wouldn’t turn down a Spongebob shirt! I have me a Spongebob tie, and it’s a prized piece of clothing.
When I was a kid, I used to hate NFL Greatest Moments video sets. The New Orleans Saints were never included in them.
My brother used to put cool gifts inside boxes from things like CD sets of Rod McKuen reading his poetry. 😛
My grandmother once gave me three hamsters in a cage. Hamsters can be very entertaining, but they are the nastiest and most troublesome animals you can imagine.
I honestly can’t remember any awful gifts. I don’t know if this is because I have been blessed with intuitive gifters or my brain is the sort that erases unpleasant memories. Either way, I’m grateful!
unfortunate christmas gifts, eh?
i am reminded of that which i call my “agony and ecstasy” christmas.
it is 1963 and i am a nine-year-old living in fort ord, in a neighborhood absolutely chock-full of hills.
my father, in all his wisdom and consternation, decided to get for me this nondescript pedal car, with which i was expected to exercise a bit of pudge off me in my travels up and down these aforementioned hills.
now, i will be the first to admit the fact that i do tend toward the inert, eschewing any form of exertsion (Where’s a spell-checker when i need it?)unless absolutely necessary.
i accepted the gift begrudgingly, but only paid it any attention once. that was on december 25, 1963.
it eventually ended up at a thrift shop.
oh, and what about the ecstasy portion?
MY FIRST PHONOGRAPH!!!!
Yo, Rye! Re-gift that DVD to me!
Grace wouldn’t turn down a Spongebob shirt…but a “Squarebob” one? It must be a bootleg, just like all those Simpsons shirts from the 90’s!
You know Martha Stewart spells her name “Stewart,” don’t you?
My supposed best friend at the time gave me a brown woolen sweater. Not only did I detest the color brown, but I was…and still am…allergic to wool.
Needless to say, our friendship didn’t last long.
Heh, mostly my ‘bad presents’ come from my family not exactly understanding my hobbies – and the near misses are generally fairly amusing. :^P (I collect and paint gaming miniatures, my mother, God rest her soul, gave me ceramic wizards….)
Or the year when I got four MP3 players for Christmas – the gift that kept giving (four of my friends, including my girlfriend, got MP3 players from me that year – I already had the iPod that I still use today).
All well meant, and they still made me smile, but….
Yat… Well there was that period of time that they were known as the New Orleans Aints.
Dada… Darn money-grubbing bootleg pirate profiteers. Now, what to do with those mis-printed Scapular fan shirts?
Robert… I think she also spells her first name Martha instead of the Marta that appears here.
Grump… I too went through a time of painting miniatures, brave warriors, vile villains, trolls (mountain, cave, river), goblins, orks, snotlings (legions of them), elves, dwarves, wizards, undead, an ogre, a dragon, a unicorn, and lots more. The creative board game to which they all belong, Dungeonquest, fell out of favor though, partly due to the time involved and partly to folks grumbling over spending such a great deal of time with noone winning except the dungeon master.
Yes, I received a pretty useless digital clock (regift) and clothing which fared far from my envisioned dress style (returned or retained and stocked away). I guess what saddened me most was not the actual bad gifts I received but some desired ones (that I hinted at) that I did not receive.
Yat… hamsters… hee hee… and YOU get to clean the cage! mrgrrphhmshphfnes….
Jude… that’s just the answer I’d expect from you! smiles!
Firedome… It was the best of presents and the worst of presents… So what was your FIRST record?
Jack… it’s yours.
Dada… in Randieland… Squarebob Spongepants is Spongebo… oh nevermind…
Robert… yes, and that is why I spelled it differently… Marta Stuart is Martha St… oh, nevermind…
Dawnie…. so she gave you an allergie attack? Well, ho, ho, ho…achoo!
Grump… ah… the gifts that kept regifting! Clever. But the ceramic wizard… unforgivable.
stick… Ha ha… Scapular… ha ha.
condolences. In the past, I have been the recipient of gifts odd, good, & bad. Disappointment at Christmas is a downer. I really expected to get the chia gnome. Sigh… maybe next year.
My best friend gave me an unasked for, unwanted, and unneeded electric coin sorter for Christmas one year because he couldn’t think of what to get me. We’ve known each other for roughly 23 years, you’d think he’d know what I like by now.