No, I'm not talking about the 'worst' gift you've ever received (A fur-line jock strap?! How did you KNOW?). I'm referring to the gift that disappointed you the most.
In my case, it was back in high school. I'd just discovered skiing and I found out that my friend's father would sell me his old set for $50. So I told my parents that I didn't care if I got nothing else for Xmas, I just wanted those skis.
Xmas morning came and, sure enough, standing next to the tree were the 10-year-old pair of skis I'd begged for. And right next to them were a brand new pair for my brother.
I later found out that my parents were planning on buying us both new skis, but I had made such a fuss over the used ones that they thought there must have been something special about them. So they got me the used ones instead.
In the eternal words of Homer Simpson, "DOH!"
In my case, it was back in high school. I'd just discovered skiing and I found out that my friend's father would sell me his old set for $50. So I told my parents that I didn't care if I got nothing else for Xmas, I just wanted those skis.
Xmas morning came and, sure enough, standing next to the tree were the 10-year-old pair of skis I'd begged for. And right next to them were a brand new pair for my brother.
I later found out that my parents were planning on buying us both new skis, but I had made such a fuss over the used ones that they thought there must have been something special about them. So they got me the used ones instead.
In the eternal words of Homer Simpson, "DOH!"
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