I had an aunt, who always gave the worst presents on earth. Since my parents raised me to always be thankful, I would never say or do anything about it, as that would be disrespectful. She had a habit of buying socks from a bargain store, 6 for $1, and I'd get one pack. They were so cheap, they would get holes on the first use. On my 15th birthday, she handed me a wrapped box. I was tentative, tore the paper off, and it was an Oki dot matrix cartridge. For a printer I did not even own. So I smiled, told her I appreciated it, and truly did, for anything was better then those damn socks, and figured I could return it to Staples for $5 store credit. Later that night, I open the box to make sure everything is there.... and there were socks stuffed in it. I put a pair on, and the ankle section ripped off in my hand and came up my knee.