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"What's that in the bag?" I asked, knowing it wasn't for me. We'd already exchanged gifts.
"It's a gift from HIM." (From here on he shall be referred to as The Re-Gift Guy.)
She whipped two books out of the bag, one was about Dorothy Parker and looked very familiar. I literally snatched it out of her hands to study it up close, page after page.
"He gave that to me last Christmas. I left it at his house by mistake!"
"No, I'm serious. In fact, last year both of these gifts were mine. I can't believe him."
The Re-Gift Guy had made the ultimate error in giving, he kept giving but the same thing to a different person. He was well-intentioned and maybe a bit forgetful. But, for once my memory, a little foggy at times, didn't fail me. I'm a fierce Dorothy Parker fan.
So, to all the Re-Gift Guys and Girls out there, beware! Keep a list of those spare gifts you find around the house. Maybe there was a reason it was in a bag along with some used ribbon.