Some years ago a coworker gave me a couple of scratch tickets for an office Christmas gift. At first I was surprised because I didn't expect to get anything from her. Not that I didn't like her or thought she wasn't cool, in fact she was very cool, I just didn't expect to get a gift from her. After the heartwarming surprise wore off, I then felt that anticipation you get when gambling at any level. Scratching the numbers, I imagined winning and doing all kinds of things with the 20k grand prize. Bills paid, debts resolved, world travel, high class call girls. And just that fast it was over. No win, no money, no bills paid, no high class hookers. Nothin'. I had that little emotional crash you have when you don't hit the number your playing and tossed the tickets in the trash. Then a few minutes later it hit me. That was a cheap fucking gift! That was nothing! That was a two minute high with a 10 minute low that took me on an emotional roller-coaster ride to Shitsville! read more :lol::lol:
and so we learned from this story that it isn't the thought that counts but the gift! Merry christmas ho ho ho