re: Have you ever received a truly bad gift?

My spouse is notorious for bad gifts. Each gift she gives me comes with a “ok, let me explain…” where she tells me she knows I don’t want it but why she thought it would be a good gift.

But have I ever received a bad gift? Nah. I appreciate all gifts, even the ones that are terrible.

I gave everyone in my family bundles scratch off lottery tickets once. I scanned them before hand to make sure there weren’t any big winners.

I dated a girl whose Dad owned a hardware store. For Christmas he gives me a sander. I don’t do woodwork, but OK. I act like it’s a good gift and take it home. The next year I open my present, and it is another sander. My g/f tells her Dad I already have one, so he tells me to leave it, and he will swap it out for something else. He forgets. We forget. On Christmas #3 I open my present, and it is another sander, but this is worse because inside of the box is the wrapping paper and card from the previous year.

My sister gave me two bottles of Nizoral dandruff shampoo for Christmas.

Yeah, I needed it, but really?

When I was about 8 or so my mama and her latest boyfriend (who would be husband #3 of 5) took me to my maternal grandparents home on Christmas eve. I had not seen these people in about 3 years and I did not know them and they did not know me. They were having a BIG party and everyone there had gotten pretty deep in their cups...there were about 10 kids there and they had all received a gift when they arrived...we were unexpected (and unwanted but that never slowed my mama down) and when I showed up there was a scramble to find a gift for me. My grandmother, a woman I did not know from Adam's housecat and whose only memory I have about is her warning my sisters and I, in the few times we sat foot in her house, that were we to get into her "pills" she was going to whip our arse. We were 3-8 years old at the time and apparently had drug problems. Anyway, this inebriated woman who I did not know at all presented me with a store bought stocking full of...wait for it...dog toys and dog treats!!! It was the damned stocking they had bought for their dog! That dog followed me around until I gave the dog the stocking and he seemed to be grateful. My grandmother was pissed that I gave it to him and my mama was embarrassed no end that her son would do such a thing LOL.

My mom was a notoriously bad gift giver, so yes.

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When I was still living at home, Dad would buy me tools to replace his that were either lost or broken (some of them by me so I'm not saying I didn't deserve it on occasion).

The "User Agreement" on these "gifts" was "This house is not a democracy" & "Life isn't fair"... As such, I was not allowed to retain ownership of said tools once reaching adulthood.

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Your dad was brilliant. Wouldn't work today...what few men own tools certainly ain't teaching their sons what they are used for generally speaking. My dad had a helluva time with me losing his tools...he could have used some advice from your dad!

Even as a kid I never cared much about receiving gifts. My aunt kept badgering me what I wanted for Christmas and I kept telling her I didnt need anything. She said if I didnt tell her what I wanted she was getting me a Barbie Doll. I got a Barbie Doll.

Used Tupperware…..