Ignoring the childhood gifts of clothing (the curse of being one of the 'poor' nephews), the absolute worst has to be the last present I got from my ex before the breakup:
Bear in mind that she had control of the family budget, which was significantly augmented by the fact that we were living rent-free in one of her parents' properties, both the cars were paid off in the sale of our condo, and that I'd been averaging between 40 and 60 hours of overtime a month for the previous 6 months.
It was a fifteen dollar gift certificate from a high-end men's store that no straight male over 30 would be caught dead in, and I opened the envelope in front of her whole family right after she had opened a gift of a gen-u-wine pearl necklace (three ropes of matched pearls, natcherly) with matching pearl earrings from me.
Talk about an embarrassed silence.
cheers
horseback
The ironOriginally posted by Toten_Waffe:
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Originally posted by thefruitbat:
..........the real one was revealed later</div></BLOCKQUOTE>
if only.
i would of enjoyed watching that via a video feed in another county, preferable in a nuclear bunker....