Gift certificates
are wonderful. Yes, they are a bit impersonal. But that is the world we live
in. Some people are open enough to share what they want for their birthday or
Christmas. Others have so much junk that you have no idea what they want, or if
they need anything at all. I suppose you could buy everyone on your list a new
Corvette and they wouldn’t complain, but few of us have that ability other than
Oprah. Gift certificates give the recipient the choice of buying something that
they really want or need, which is great. Just because I might collect a few
banks doesn’t mean that I want everyone to go out and buy some cheap piece of
crap bank at the local discount dollar store and send it to me. If you make me
a bank, that would be one thing. To buy one for a buck at the local import shop
only shows me that you won’t even notice when I chunk it in next weeks trash.
I love giving
gifts. Any time, for any reason, even for no reason at all other than because I
just felt like it at the moment. I hate getting gifts, unless I gave them
something too. Of course, I am sure that whatever I gave them is a good gift,
because most of the time I research my gifts thoroughly as to what the person
needs or wants. I will do this over a period of time, so that I appear to be
very sneaky, which I am.
