When I was 16 I worked in a kitchen. I had been there since September, so not long.
We did a secret santa, and my recipient was the cook, who was 70. She had a 'man companion', who I now realise was just a friend and they kept each other company.
My 16 year old self knew better and thought I would give her a little push in that department.
We all sat down to our Christmas meal in the posh hotel, all dressed up and looking pretty. Everyone else had their partners with them, and I was the youngest by about 20 years, so I didn't bother taking anyone as I was going clubbing afterwards.
We had a beautiful meal, I was directly opposite my recipient and her man friend.
As the gifts got passed out and opened I realised I had made the WORST mistake ever.
I got a lovely set of handkerchiefs, others got a nice bath set, a beautiful tie, a lovely cosy scarf... and then my recipient was next.
When I tell you time slowed down as the lovely cook opened her chocolate body paint and bullet vibrator in front of her man friend I mean those 5 seconds felt like a week.
The look on her face will haunt me until I die.
And that's the story of how I learned, very quickly, to read the room before I buy a work secret santa again 😂😂