Here’s another gift given to me at my retirement party:
A bag full of things I despise and don’t need.
Pickles in so many forms. Pickles in a jar. Pickles in a pouch. Pickle-flavored chips.
And pickles’ ugly cousin — kale crackers.
I hate pickles so much. They are in a three-way tie with mayonnaise and Ranch dressing for the most disgusting things on the planet.
Alongside this pile of grossness were a set of hair elastics.
Something I would be hard-pressed to find.
Sometimes the least useful gift can be one of the best because it makes you smile and feel so seen.
All of this makes a gift like this unforgettable.
