Present woes
I've never had any illusions about my lack of anything respecting tact. That being said, I'd like to point you in the direction of someone less tactful than me. To protect the stupid, her name shall be withheld. I shall simply say, this person is 18, writes like a 13-year-old AIMer, and whose name begins with M. (Also, same last name as me.)
So this person calls me up several days ago (maybe last week) to ask, "hey, Kat, what do you want for your birthday?" Me being at work (even if this has been, like, the most dead week ever), I point her in the direction of my wishlist tag (because I don't make decisions like this quickly, as Lee and mine's frequent fusses over food functions can attest. It's not like there's that many restaurants we agree on, so really, we ought to just start flipping a coin) and send her on her merry way.
She calls me up a couple days later (again, at work...) to say, "hey, I'm getting your present on ebay." Okaaaay, I think, and this matters why? But then she continues, "and I was wondering, does it matter if your present is used or do you want it new?"
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Dear God in Heaven. How did this child ever manage to make friends once she left fourth grade? She's lucky she's talking to me and not someone who would take offense to that question. Because, provided she's not getting me food or clothing or movies, I *don't* care. Unless it was used by five-year-olds and torn to shreds or drooled on or colored on. Then I mind. But still, this is my birthday present we're talking about. I don't get her cheap used stuff for *her* birthday and call to see if she's okay with it. (Possibly I should start saving nail clippings to give to her this year. (Maybe start eating more calcium. Would that make nails grow faster?))
I'm rather dreading checking my mail for the next week. She might've sent me a reused envelope from the anthrax scare.
Possibly I should update the wishlist to 'please, nothing bought from strange, possibly naked people on ebay who burn DVDs and pass them off as real.' (Also, no canned air. I bought some from K-Mart around the time I got NWN2. Did you know you need ID to buy canned air? What's up with that? Are you checking my age or my address, dude? It's not like you can snort the stuff. (And if you can, please don't share with the class. We have vivid imaginations and don't need the help.))
If anybody else is going to do the ebay thing, please send me cash instead. That way, you'll have gotten me lunch and not recycled bed sheets that will go straight into the trash can.
Also, Laura, please speak to your twin. Anybody less passive-aggressive than me would have ripped her a new one on the phone (regardless of audience) and driven over to beat her up instead of just mocking her on an LJ.
So this person calls me up several days ago (maybe last week) to ask, "hey, Kat, what do you want for your birthday?" Me being at work (even if this has been, like, the most dead week ever), I point her in the direction of my wishlist tag (because I don't make decisions like this quickly, as Lee and mine's frequent fusses over food functions can attest. It's not like there's that many restaurants we agree on, so really, we ought to just start flipping a coin) and send her on her merry way.
She calls me up a couple days later (again, at work...) to say, "hey, I'm getting your present on ebay." Okaaaay, I think, and this matters why? But then she continues, "and I was wondering, does it matter if your present is used or do you want it new?"
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Dear God in Heaven. How did this child ever manage to make friends once she left fourth grade? She's lucky she's talking to me and not someone who would take offense to that question. Because, provided she's not getting me food or clothing or movies, I *don't* care. Unless it was used by five-year-olds and torn to shreds or drooled on or colored on. Then I mind. But still, this is my birthday present we're talking about. I don't get her cheap used stuff for *her* birthday and call to see if she's okay with it. (Possibly I should start saving nail clippings to give to her this year. (Maybe start eating more calcium. Would that make nails grow faster?))
I'm rather dreading checking my mail for the next week. She might've sent me a reused envelope from the anthrax scare.
Possibly I should update the wishlist to 'please, nothing bought from strange, possibly naked people on ebay who burn DVDs and pass them off as real.' (Also, no canned air. I bought some from K-Mart around the time I got NWN2. Did you know you need ID to buy canned air? What's up with that? Are you checking my age or my address, dude? It's not like you can snort the stuff. (And if you can, please don't share with the class. We have vivid imaginations and don't need the help.))
If anybody else is going to do the ebay thing, please send me cash instead. That way, you'll have gotten me lunch and not recycled bed sheets that will go straight into the trash can.
Also, Laura, please speak to your twin. Anybody less passive-aggressive than me would have ripped her a new one on the phone (regardless of audience) and driven over to beat her up instead of just mocking her on an LJ.