My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

JP1 and I (and another associate) share the same secretary.  The three of us have decided to get her a gift certificate.  We just can’t decide what kind.  The other associate and I want to get her a gift certificate to a spa.  JP1 wants to get a Visa gift card.  I ran into JP1 as I was getting ready to leave tonight:

JP1:  The Visa gift card is more practical.

Me:  Christmas isn’t about being practical!  Otherwise, we’d skip gift-giving altogether and just buy ourselves what we want for Christmas.

JP1:  Uh . . . isn’t that what you –

Me:  – yes, whatever, that’s beside the point.

JP1:  I’ve asked previous secretaries and they’ve all told me they’d prefer whatever’s closest to cash.

Me:  Maybe that’s because they’re afraid of the alternative.

JP1:  Are you saying I have bad taste?!

Me:  No, just that you’re a boy.

JP1:  I just think we should be practical. 

Me:  I know JP1, but not everyone’s like you.  If we get her the Visa card, she’ll spend it on her family.  If we get her a spa gift card, she’ll be forced to indulge.

JP1:  Shouldn’t she have the choice whether to indulge?

Me:  No. 

JP1:  Why not?

Me:  You are SUCH an engineer.  [Note:  JP1 used to be a structural engineer.]  Fine.  You win.  Let’s get her the Visa card.  But just because I’ve been taught to respect my elders.  Clearly.

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