So, participated in a Secret Santa a couple years back with some friends. Name gets picked out, present is bagged. I get excited, I love surprises.
Long story short, I unwrap a giant, ugly, plastic spider. I shrieked like a five-year-old at Chuck E Cheese's. Apparently, my 'Santa' thought it would be 'fun'.
This moment has been etched into history and is brought up every damn gathering. And the cherry on the icing? I'm an arachnophobe. Yes, 'Santa' knew.
So, thanks 'Santa', for the worst gift and disrupting my peace of mind for eternity.
Dude, a plastic spider?! That's awesome! Too bad about the arachnophobia though... spiders are so misunderstood.