I love receiving presents. You show me someone who doesn’t, and I’ll show you a robot. Or a giant liar.
It doesn’t even matter what the gift is, it’s just the fact that someone cares enough about me to give me something. You could hand me a burnt grilled cheese sandwich and as long as it was wrapped in a bow I’d go on and on about how it’s the best present anyone ever gave me. Like I said I’m a sucker for a present.
So when my friend Ryan bought me a present I was ecstatic.
He’s a good friend to worry about my safety and I appreciate it, however, that didn’t stop me from throwing the pepper spray at his head in a heated political argument. I’ll get the hang of this personal safety thing one of these days.