“Unwrapping Regret: 35 Hilariously Horrible Gifts That Came with a Side of Debt!”
An opened bag of peanut m&ms from my dad. My dad is an amazing and kind human but remembering events/holidays just isn’t his thing. The running family theory is that he bought that bag for himself on the way home, started eating it, then found out it was my birthday upon arriving home. To be fair, it was the big bag.
From my aunt. I was somewhere around 20 years old. She got me a cheese, meat and crackers combo. The meat was a summer sausage but it had already been chewed on by her dog. It was mostly intact, just several bite marks all over it. I still ate the cheese and crackers.
The worst gift I ever received was a mystery box filled with random items that seemed to be leftovers from someone’s garage sale. There was a broken lamp, a half-used candle, and some outdated board games. It was definitely a creative idea, but it felt more like clutter than a thoughtful gift.
One Christmas my ex & I decided to cap the gifts at $40, we went window shopping together & he expressed how he really liked this hand-made leather journal, & I really wanted these green swirly dichroic glass plugs. So I not only hand-made him a leather journal ($15 for the leather & I repurposed a bunch of different papers I had on hand being an art student) but also made a hat for him of his favorite band that had been discontinued years ago, (the one he had was so beat up it was unwearable but I met him in that hat) by getting the same exact style of trucker hat ($15) & that iron-on stuff meant to replicate screen print (on sale for $3) & meticulously cut out the logo with an exacto knife. It was a perfect replica. He cried when he opened it. He got me $40 worth of weed. I wasn’t even a heavy smoker, I just smoked on the weekends sometimes. I went & bought the plugs for myself when we got home from my parent’s house. They were $18.
Clown statues. My grandma, god rest her soul, thought I liked them. They were weird.
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