Ya'll, I just had a memory that made me laugh out loud. (Don't worry, Jay thought I was laughing at the TV. I'm watching House and you know how funny it is when somebody's stuck in a coma-like state but their brain is fully functioning.)
Anyway, I got to thinking about a couple of Christmas's ago when one of my Great-Aunts gave me a toaster. It was really sweet but I had never mentioned anything about needing a new toaster because let's face it, my $9.99 toaster from Wal-Mart has been working perfectly fine for the past 10 years or so.
In case you didn't know this about me, I don't have a really good track record for returning things. I drive my friend, Jill absolutely crazy because I'll buy something without trying it on, it doesn't fit, and then it sits in my closet until I end up giving it to the Hannah Home.
Again, anyway... I was really proud of myself one Saturday morning because I got up, headed to the Wal-Mart to return the toaster. I got my sticker from the checker lady at the door and then stood in a line for forever and a day. I finally made it to the front and answered a couple of questions about whether or not anything was wrong with the toaster to which I replied, "No, no - It's fine, I just have a toaster already." Ya'll, she opened that box and no lie, there were 2 jars of peanut butter in it. I thought I was going to die right then and there. She was looking at me like I was trying to pull something over on her. It was horrible. There were so many people in line behind me.
I just started sputtering apologies, grabbed my toaster box of peanut butters and got the heck out of dodge. It just goes to show, don't ever judge a toaster box by it's cover.
P.S. You'll be pleased to know that it was really good peanut butter - Peter Pan (one Crunchy and one Creamy).
P.S.S Got any good gift stories?