At lunchtime, I arranged to meet my mum for a coffee as she’d been shopping near where I work. I sat down, said I etc etc. I noticed on the spare chair was something both me and my sister had mentioned we would quite like for Christmas – it was too big for a bag so was on show. Guessed it was for one or the other of us and so ignored in a “la la la, I can’t see it and therefore it’ll still be a surprise on Christmas Day.
She then gets on the ‘phone to a shop where she has bought a £2.00 candle and forgotten to pick it up from the counter. Twenty minutes pass as she relays the details of this bloody £2.00 candle to what seems like every member of staff. I said to her “bloody hell, I’ll give you the £2.00” but no, she wants that very candle.
She gets off the phone and says – “oh that’s for you” pointing to the item on the chair. “You may as well take it now – it’ll save me having to take it home and wrap it”.
I was a bit “really, thanks for keeping the surprise” (in my head) and said thanks but was clearly not being overly enthusiastic. Mainly because she has always made a big fuss about surprises and how as she lives in different country to her siblings, she likes a fuss made of her at Christmas. So we always have done. I suppose I just thought it showed little thought. She then got all watery eyed and said she needed to get back to the car park.
If I had done the same to her, she would have acted hurt for a week and made a deal on Christmas Day that she had no gift to open from me.
AIBU to have not gushed with thanks ?