I’m firmly team “do not buy gifts for your boss”. You can gift down (your staff, assistant, etc.) but gifting up is awkward unless you have a significant personal friendship. Your boss doesn’t want you to spend money on her.

Or my aunt. The last time we had a family reunion, I kept a running tally of all the celebrity and fictional character names she screwed up - notably, correcting anybody who pronounced them correctly. Over the course of one weekend, we had:

Who undoubtedly specializes in wills and probate for very large estates and trusts and has no contact with actual clients EVER.

Roughly 376 hectares.

As god intended, of course.

God help me, I grew up not even 10km from Dame Edna (AKA: Barry Humphreys).

As the resident blow job giver expert, I’ve never “gulped” on the dick. That seems... awkward and possibly painful for the dick involved.

it’s going to be the gluten-free toast. honestly, i’m half tempted to call it out myself.

The librarian said it was a normal sized home use crock pot, so yeah, a gallon or so of volume. She didn’t assemble it on site, apparently she did it some place else and then carried the whole thing into the library.

To be fair, the complaint is perfectly valid. I’d want a fucking straw too, though I wouldn’t drive down there and scare the employees to get one.

The toaster one reminds me of the time one of the librarians smelled food and tracked it down to a woman who was sitting at a reading desk with a crock pot plugged in underneath it, cooking chicken stew.

In a Women’s Studies course (sex, gende, and popular culture I think). The kicker is that I was crying about... My wedding. So feminist of me.

I worked for a prominent marketing agency. I cried in front of my supervisor, company partner, and HR director for missing a grammar error for huge client ad. I’m a 29 year old guy and I’ve never broken down like that before.

I don’t even know where to start. Every emotion I experience is surrounded by a nice salty coating of tears. Am I angry? Definitely gonna cry. Am I happy? Yup, crying. Am I embarrassed? Come on, now, you know there are tears. Every. Damn. Emotion.

Omg I actually have some thing for this one! About four years ago, when I had just moved to a new town, I was having a really bad day. Work stuff, family stuff, it was all just a mess. The one thing that always reminds me to keep on keeping on, are cheeseburgers. So we’re new to this town and don’t know yet where to…

I was participating in a bike ride called “The Death Ride.” It’s 128 miles long with 15,000 ft of climbing, at altitude. I don’t know why i thought that would be fun.

The entirety of my sister’s wedding, in which I was a bridesmaid. Not just crying, but red-faced, snot-nosed crying. I was 12 and have yet to live it down. (And it was a Catholic ceremony, so we’re talying about a good 45 minutes of crying.)

While quitting my job - I walked into my boss’s office, resignation letter in hand. I brought a pack of tissues in because I thought he might cry (he’s very sensitive, and had told me numerous times that I was like a daughter to him).

When I was in 8th grade, my best friend was copying math homework answers out of the back of the book. We sat next to each other in the back corner of the classroom, and as I was telling her with tremendous earnestness that she was only hurting herself, I burst into tears, drawing attention from the entire room.

So many to choose from...