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Originally Posted by ASTalumna06
The worst gift I ever received was a sweatshirt with Eeyore on it. This probably would have been fine if I was 5, but...
I was 17.
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I think Disney sweatshirts were *the thing* when we were seventeen. I only say this because I have a similar story.
My mom was an AWESOME gift giver. Most of my favorite outfits came from her at Christmastime (and I'm still wearing them two years later but that's because I'm the same size and most are professional-type clothes that sadly haven't gotten a lot of use - I need a damned job!). She always knew the perfect gift. Plus, sometimes I like practical things, like crock pots, irons, ironing boards (no joke I've ASKED for all of those) and tools. She always got the perfect thing.
One year, I open up a present, and it's a Grumpy sweatshirt. My mom starts laughing. She says "I knew you were going to hate this, so I figured we'd donate it this year, but I couldn't resist. They were in the Juniors section at Kauffman's, and all these broads were fighting over them. I saw one sitting over to the side, picked it up, and was going to give it to two ladies that were fighting over a medium. Then the lady saw it, called me a bitch, so I decided to keep it. Nasty people don't deserve to have 'the perfect gift' during Christmas. Not that I thought that this sweatshirt would in any way constitute 'the perfect gift.'"
That story, in my mind, makes it not the worst gift. My mom could never understand why people always got so mean during the holidays. She always refused to stalk people for their parking spots at the malls saying "We're healthy, dammit, we can WALK!" and she would tell people "Happy holidays!" if they pushed her around in a store.
One year my parents gave me a framed picture of themselves. They gave the same one to my brother. They were laughing so hard when we opened it that my dad was practically crying. It became my favorite picture of them, I even named it "Mike and Karen." It's moved to 3 cities with me.
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