Going along with my giving bad gifts. I was seeing a young man one time during Christmas. I was trying to see what he wanted for Christmas. I had a few options I don’t think he liked very much. I thought he would want a hat that says “I love sour eggs” on it. A baseball cap he could wear or a bottle of febreeze, “it gets bad smells out of fabric for good”. He wasn’t laughing, but I was.