|Don't look at me like that.|
WTF, right? Has that ever happened to you? You're shopping and all of a sudden your own tastes surprise the hell out of you? It actually happens to me a lot; I'm about to make fun of something and then I realize that deep down, I think it's kind of neat.
Oddly enough, none of my Facebook friends were overly-surprised by my sudden owl fixation. I guess they're just used to me being... uhh... let's go with quirky. Then an old friend reminded me of something I wrote on a group website many years ago, back when the OOBH was just a twinkle in my eye. Since today's post is just a big old pile of steaming randomness, I'll tell you about the worst gift I've ever given someone.
I gave Crazy my $10 and half-listened as she detailed some "adorable" golf-related item that she thought he'd just love to have in his office.
The day of the cake party arrived and we dragged everyone into the conference room for a half-hearted round of the birthday song and some store-bought cake. Then, with a flourish and a great deal of pomp & circumstance, Crazy unveiled the birthday gift that "we" had so lovingly picked out for him:
And so it was that I unwittingly gave a 55-year old man a 12" tall statue of a caterpillar playing golf.
I was mortified. He stammered and exclaimed, "Oh! Well, look at that." Everyone in the office stifled giggles and suddenly heard their phones ringing down the hall. Crazy beamed proudly. I wanted to melt into the carpet and disappear.
That was seven years ago and the caterpillar still stands on a filing cabinet in his office. Occasionally he clears out his knick-knacks (all sports-related memorabilia, some of it valuable), but I know he feels that he must display the caterpillar until the end of time because we, his adoring employees, gave it to him.
From then on out I made sure that I always take the day off on my birthday, and oddly-enough, so does my boss.
Of course, this post begs the question:
What's the worst gift you've ever gotten and had to pretend to like?