Shoddy Presents
I have an aunt who for many years would send me the same christmas present every year. A Biro. Each year I wrote inevitable "Thankyou so much for the Biro. I am using it to write this letter" letter, each year a new one arrived.
Tell us all about the rubbish that has been foisted upon you over the years.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2004, 10:14)
I have an aunt who for many years would send me the same christmas present every year. A Biro. Each year I wrote inevitable "Thankyou so much for the Biro. I am using it to write this letter" letter, each year a new one arrived.
Tell us all about the rubbish that has been foisted upon you over the years.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2004, 10:14)
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I was 14 years old, it was
Christmas morning and we all had unwrapped our presents and all seem fairly satisfied, though I felt a little dismayed as I was hoping for a bike which I had desired for many years. Then my father says, "Follow me, I got something to show you..."
So off we went towards the garage, and he pulls back the door, and what's sitting there? An old bike from the 40's, a monsterous attrocity made from what seemed like cast iron and my heart sank and ripped in two. While I looked at this hideous contraption, my dad says, "It's my bike, Mum got it for me..."
At this point I wanted to hug him and cry (I was so happy) and uttered, "Thank God, I thought you were gonna give that piece of crap to me"
My dad was stunned... he held onto that thing for about two weeks when my mum finally confided in me telling me it was intended for me. I was forced to ask if I could borrow his bike from time to time and pretended I had fun riding it. I swear I saw a tear rolling down his grinning face as I strained my legs trying to move what may as well have been a two wheeled tank.
( , Wed 29 Sep 2004, 12:46, Reply)
Christmas morning and we all had unwrapped our presents and all seem fairly satisfied, though I felt a little dismayed as I was hoping for a bike which I had desired for many years. Then my father says, "Follow me, I got something to show you..."
So off we went towards the garage, and he pulls back the door, and what's sitting there? An old bike from the 40's, a monsterous attrocity made from what seemed like cast iron and my heart sank and ripped in two. While I looked at this hideous contraption, my dad says, "It's my bike, Mum got it for me..."
At this point I wanted to hug him and cry (I was so happy) and uttered, "Thank God, I thought you were gonna give that piece of crap to me"
My dad was stunned... he held onto that thing for about two weeks when my mum finally confided in me telling me it was intended for me. I was forced to ask if I could borrow his bike from time to time and pretended I had fun riding it. I swear I saw a tear rolling down his grinning face as I strained my legs trying to move what may as well have been a two wheeled tank.
( , Wed 29 Sep 2004, 12:46, Reply)
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