When I was in college I wrote columns for the paper. They were fairly political, and I was a huge lefty. My grandmother, who attended Nixon's inauguration and was a staunch Texas Repub, was not wild about them. I wrote one particularly left wing one and she sent me this BRUTAL note talking about how she "thought about writing the Editor directly, but decided I'd write you instead. It's time we separate the wheat from the chaff..." totally tore me a new one, politically. I called my dad and read it aloud to him and said something like "DUDE. SHE'S MY GRANDMA. SHE SHOULD BE BAKING ME COOKIES!" I heard nothing for a week. Then I got an unmarked package in the mail with no return address. There were six dozen cookies inside. No note.
My sister has decided that I have a thing for Richard Armitage (an actor I have no strong feelings about), and so constantly sends me pictures of him. Happy Birthday: Richard Armitage. Guess what? Richard Armitage. Hey check out this pic of my dog: haha just kidding, Richard Armitage. She also will artfully photoshop his head onto thing from our childhood, the best being Buddy Blue from Rainbow Brite. I spat coffe across a meeting table on that one, in a meeting at my very corporate job.
@Mariajoseh oh and I told this one on Twitter but it's so good. When one of my sisters was in like, 1st grade, my other sister (who was in 4th grade) told her that clothes didn't exist in the times of the Spanish conquest, so she drew a bunch of naked people for her history homework with a note explaining that they didn't wear clothes back then. The homework came back with a note from the teacher who was like "They did wear clothes, dear stupid student." I still laugh thinking about that drawing.
When I was about 13, I found a photo album in my grandmother's house. It featured a young woman who was clearly my mom, wearing a poofy white wedding dress. She stood alongside a mysterious mustached man.
When I ask my mom who it was, she replied, "Oh, that's my first husband."
???? First husband? When I asked why she never told me, she replied, "Because you never asked."
@talie yes! my stepdad frequently hides things in our bags. My mom once opened her purse at work and found the house cordless phone (back when those existed). We also have a village of ceramic houses at Christmas every year, but the twist is: there's a sniper hidden on one of the roofs, and you have 10 seconds from when you walk in our house to find it.
My brother's the baby of our extended family. We forget to tell him things a lot. He swears he didn't know our aunt was a twin until well into elementary school. He thought he had one very attentive aunt who changed clothes a lot. He found out when he saw them together.
@talie On the other hand, they also sometimes hide a completely naked -- except for a loop of colorful ribbon around his waist -- Ken doll (as in Barbie's penis-less boyfriend).
Once I was going through customs and the officer was like "what's this plastic thing in your bag" and I was like "I don't have anything plastic in my bag" and then he pulled out the naked Ken doll and just stared at me while holding it.
@Jazmine Hughes One time HE HADN'T CHANGED ANYTHING.
My dad will constantly install new lighting fixtures, faucets, etc. and then when I visit home say "Guess what's different" and sit silently while I search for whatever minor decorative change he's made to the house.
I was reading this article in my RSS reader and it wasn't until the third question that I realized that this wasn't "Ask A Manager"