This weekend, I opened the Christmas gifts I received when I visited Chicagoland. Usually, I ship them home and open them a bit later; this second Christmas is one of my favorite things!
There were a couple of items I knew that could find a higher use. I regifted them. One to an excited friend. The other to Housing Works.
Why so cryptic?
Confession: Because X and X gave them to me. And of our 8 readers, I'm guessing there's a possibility of a visit from one of these folks.
Bonus rant: There is a Big Box store which I'll continue to patronize -- when it benefits me.
But I believe that it will have to be a very cold day in a very hot place before I ever buy a gift there for anyone. Without a receipt, they wouldn't take something back, despite the fact that it was a proprietary item that they recognized. This is not my first such issue with this establishment. And each time, the demeanor I was met with was less than polite, apologetic or professional -- and kind of "soviet", of the cold war era. This is not how I want my giftees to be treated when one of my gifts is a duplicate or a near-miss.
Reap what you sow, baby.
Todd's beautiful Grandma, via Flickr. "Grandma Opening Gifts" used, with gratitude, under Creative Commons License.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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