This week's theme, "I'm sorry I forgot you" takes on a different meaning over the Christmas holidays.
Who hasn't had a moment when a friend, and not a particularly good friend either, arrives at your door or place of work bearing an impressively wrapped gift and exclaims "I saw this and just had to get it for you!" You smile in what you hope is a convincing manner and possibly give said acquaintance an awkward hug, all the while thinking "oh shiiitttt!" and mentally going over what you have in the closet or desk drawer that could pass for a thoughtful gift. Invariably you panic but if you're at work you can buy yourself some time by saying something like "Oh I wish I would have known you were coming. I would have brought yours." At this point your friend will snatch the gift back saying excitedly "oh let's wait until tomorrow and unwrap them together." Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse.
So, you've bought yourself some time sure but now you don't know what direction they went in or how much they spent. All you have to go on is the wrapping which looked really expensive. That and the fact that you barely know each other.
Basically you're screwed. But you're also obligated. So you head out and spend far too much on a bottle of wine because you don't drink wine but assume they not only drink it but know all about it and will call you out if you go for the cheap one.
The next day you proudly extend your offering ,which is of course expensively wrapped, and find that you have butterflies in anticipation of what lay under the ribbons and bows. You and your pal, who has grown in your esteem overnight, rip off the wrappings like kids only to find that you hold in your hands a very expensively wrapped piece of shite in the form of a pencil sharpener or other equally disappointing office product. You emit an involuntary 'oh' and look up at your acquaintance who is clearly embarrassed by your extravagance.
You go through the whole 'Hey thanks that's great!" thing and wish you would have gone for the cheap stuff.
"Oh well,' you say to yourself. 'There's always next year.'