By far my favorite segment ever on the show. And so relatable. When I was a kid and got bad clothes for Christmas (which seemed to be every year), I would calculate in my head the probable value of said clothes and contrast that with the value of the video game I could have received instead. It was usually in that $50-$60 range in which they could have gotten me a video game. And yes, I did get the terrible gift in an awesome box pulled on me a couple of times. My grandmother was the usual culprit in this case. Something about passing the age of 65 renders elder family members incapable of fashion sense and understanding a child's view of Christmas. She never could pick out a stitch of clothing that I would ever wear. She seemed to always shop from the Dr. Huxtible line of sweaters. I would occasionally try to appeal. A video game for equal monetary value would last a heck of a lot longer. I still play cartridges today that are 30-years-old. Where's that argyle sweater I got in Christmas 1990? In a landfill. Sure, you could argue that everyone needs clothes, but I was never going to wear that. I wish I had thought of returning gifts when I was a kid.
By far my favorite segment ever on the show. And so relatable.
When I was a kid and got bad clothes for Christmas (which seemed to be every year), I would calculate in my head the probable value of said clothes and contrast that with the value of the video game I could have received instead. It was usually in that $50-$60 range in which they could have gotten me a video game. And yes, I did get the terrible gift in an awesome box pulled on me a couple of times.
My grandmother was the usual culprit in this case. Something about passing the age of 65 renders elder family members incapable of fashion sense and understanding a child's view of Christmas. She never could pick out a stitch of clothing that I would ever wear. She seemed to always shop from the Dr. Huxtible line of sweaters.
I would occasionally try to appeal. A video game for equal monetary value would last a heck of a lot longer. I still play cartridges today that are 30-years-old. Where's that argyle sweater I got in Christmas 1990? In a landfill. Sure, you could argue that everyone needs clothes, but I was never going to wear that.
I wish I had thought of returning gifts when I was a kid.