Here’s another fruitcake for your holiday smorgasbord of never-ending tactlessness.
My cousin and her spouse (let’s call her Victoria) work at the same company as my mother in a major Northeastern American city. I could regale the world with incidents of Victoria’s boorishness, sense of entitlement, and gimme-pig attitude for years, but this one particular incident stuck out, because this is a new low even for her.
My mother and Victoria (who work in the same building) are outside for a cigarette break. Conversation goes like this:
V: So, what do you want for Christmas?
Mom: I don’t want anything for Christmas. I’m only buying gifts for my daughter [the OP] this year and nobody else. It’s been a rough year. (After hearing this, I felt a little bad myself.)
V: Oh, okay. The people upstairs (who Victoria works with, as opposed to the people who my mother works with) wanted to get a gift for you and didn’t know what to get you, so…
Really!? This is a whole new way to ruin the surprise. I fully understand the difficulty of having to hold back a surprise; I surprise my friends with gifts for special occasions, and I can barely keep it together in the waiting time up to the gift giving day, but I know the payoff of their reaction will be well worth the wait and the patience. If I’m having difficulty, I enlist some mutual friends to help in coming up with a gift. Although I sometimes jokingly warn my friends that they are to be a recipient of a gift from me to where they are, in good humor, terrified, I don’t try and force anything on them that they don’t want, nor do I outright ruin any surprise.
When my mother told me this story, she punctuated it with, “Victoria is a jerk!” 1218-13