“O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.”
― O. Henry,
Dear Loved One,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every time my gift was strictly worse than handing you a partially torn $20 bill that was crumpled up in my back pocket.
Buying stuff is so easy. I can go from forgetting you exist to having PrimeNow drop a *insert-lame-gift-here* off at your doorstep in 2 hours. Everyone knows this. It took me no thought, effort and communicated nothing special.
There was a moment, 2 months ago, when compassion and clarity struck and I thought of the PERFECT gift for you. I smelled nachos and quickly lost my epiphany. I still can’t remember that idea, but I PROMISE it was there.
You are my *right person*. I vow to use Gyfter going forward to demonstrate my care by giving you the *right gift* at the *right time*.
They won’t let me mess up.
– Every Bad Gifter