I’ve never been a trendsetter. I don’t wear Nikes, ‘Snap Chat’ whatever the hell that is, or even think about eating laundry detergent pods.
I am the world’s worst gift giver. Seriously, you could tell me exactly what you want, describe it in detail, give me a picture and exact instructions where to get said time, and I would still end up gifting you something like a Ronco Pocket Fisherman.
Raise your hand if you’d like to have a nice midsized sports sedan sitting in your driveway. The rest of you move along, nothing to see here.