Last night we got home from work to find a box outside our house. We weren’t sure if it was a Christmas gift we had ordered and forgotten about, or something else entirely.
Imagine our surprise when we opened it to find a gift basket from our pals Ace and Anthony, with a note saying “Happy Thanksgiving!”
Talk about feeling like a chump. I wasn’t aware that it was customary to send THANKSGIVING gifts to people. When we arrived at their place for “Survivor” night, I asked Ace why on earth he’d send us a gift for Thanksgiving.
“Why not?” he said, “I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth if it were me.”
I told him I wasn’t, after all that gift basket had some great goodies in it. But I still can’t help but wonder if I’m an inadequate friend for not thinking of the idea first.