The Gift That Keeps On Giving:

Well? How did you do? Did you get the right gift for your loved one on Valentine's Day? Or did you cause irreparable damage to the relationship? As with most holidays Valentine's Day comes with the same angst of "Did I pick the right gift? Did my gift say too much? Or too little?" When I become President, or Sexiest Man Alive, whichever comes first, I'm going to pass a law. 

The law will state that the correct gift is always...drumroll please...the gift card. I am in love with gift cards. I love them so much that for Valentine's Day I wanted to buy a gift cards for gift cards to show them how much I love them. I would sleep with gift cards on the first date. In the checkout line it's all I can do to restrain myself from buying gift cards for myself. I know I could buy the same stuff for myself with actual money, but isn't having a gift card so much better? It feels like you're getting stuff for free, even if you paid for the gift card. 

I was in a large, big box hardware/lumber store last week and I came across the biggest gift card kiosk/endcap I have ever seen. As I rounded the end of the aisle and my eyes gazed upon the 8th Wonder of the World a great and pure light shone down from above and I heard a chorus of heavenly angels. It might have been a circular saw, but with that Mount Rushmore of gift cards in my sights it sure sounded like angels. It was so big that I'd need to summon an apron wearing lackey to get a ladder if I wanted a gift card from the top row. If that wall of gift cards was a chocolate river then you can call me Augustus Gloop.

I mean seriously, how can you go wrong with gift cards? If you know someone likes something and you buy them a gift card for it, they get exactly what they want. Or who doesn't like going to a restaurant for free? "What is this?!!? A bill for my meal! Pishaw! Take that filthy thing away for I have a gift card!"  That is literally what's going on in my head when I get to use a restaurant gift card. If I could put on a fur-lined red velvet robe and crown while I bellowed that to a waitress I think I could die a happy man. 

To the detractors who would say, "Well giving a gift card shows that you didn't put any thought into it." Really? Even if you got a gift card for their favorite store? Yeah, your idea of buying clothes that are the wrong size is always so much more thoughtful. I love returning things or wearing some ill-fitting, hideous garment just so you can feel good about yourself for choosing such a "thoughtful gift." 

You know what? They even have gift cards for an amount of money. At first I didn't understand this, thinking it was somewhat redundant, but now I understand the genius. A gift card for money is also thoughtful. You can use it like a credit card. It won't bulk up your wallet or cause you to have to do any tedious counting of paper money. A gift card for money won't cause you to receive 98 cents in change that you will then throw into your pocket, a jar or car cup holder never to be used. With a gift card the change stays right on it for you to use next time. The best thing about gift cards for money is that you can use them to buy other gift cards!

You know who has a great gift card? Amazon, makers of the Amazon Kindle. If you get an Amazon gift card you can subscribe to The Phil Factor on your Kindle so that my unique brand of idiocy can delivered to you wirelessly and instantateously no matter where you are. Now that is a gift that keeps on giving. 

 

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Like the title? I made it up myself. Pretty proud of that one. I had to travel for work again this week. Just a quick, overnight trip to Richmond, Va. Traveling in the winter is always a little nerve wracking no matter how you do it, isn't it?

So as I'm preparing to board my flight home from Richmond, the airline lackey, in a stunningly accurate impression of Charlie Brown's teacher,  announces over the P.A. at my gate that the flight is over booked by one and they'd like to offer a $300 ticket voucher to anyone who will take a later flight. How does the airline over book by one? It's their plane! Don't they know how many seats it has? Or did someone just take their seat with them when they got off the plane? Do they have to have one of the flight attendants count the seats after each flight and report back to headquarters? "What? We only have 47 seats? I'd swear we had 48 when we left. Call up to the gate and tell them we're one short. Hey, has this back row exit door been open the whole flight?"  

Now that we're living in a computer age (yeah, just now.) shouldn't the airlines be able to keep track of how many seats their planes have and sell only that exact amount of tickets? Or maybe they could sell two less tickets than the number of seats just in case someone somewhere makes a mistake with their abacus during the pre-flight seat count. And why do they wait until 15 minutes before your flight leaves to discover their error? That's when the fun begins. That's when the game of chicken/auction begins. "Since our flight is overbooked and no one took the $300 voucher we'd like to offer a $500 ticket voucher and two nights at any Marriott hotel." You think to yourself, "Now this is getting interesting. I might take that." All the passengers look back and forth at each other because they know that as they clock ticks down the ante goes up. After two more minutes pass Charlie Brown's teacher clicks the mic again and says, "As we are still overbooked by one we would like to offer a $750 ticket, two nights at a Marriott and a lifetime suppy of Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat."  We all eye each thinking, "now this is getting interesting, and really, is it possible they serve Rice-a-Roni in San Francisco restaurants?" They crowd is watching the auction shouting "Take it, take it!" "Door number 1"  "Wait for showcase number 2!" 

And what kind of business model is this where you can sell a service then essentially buy it back for at least 3x it's value and then still give the customer the service albeit an hour and a half later? Have you noticed how many airlines that have gone out of business, filed for bankruptcy or merged in the last ten years? Yeah, I'm thinking that if even half the time they had an accurate seat count they could save themselves a fortune every year. It's like they're playing an expensive game of Native American giver.(and why did Native Americans get that unfair rep? Wasn't it the white settlers that stole Manhattan from them for some Mardi Gras beads?).  "Um...yeah, we told you that you could have a seat, but we were lying. Will you take $1000 to get on the next flight?" I wish more businesses had this policy. "Yes, Mr. Taylor, I know we said we would sell you the Ford Focus for $17,000, but well, this is embarrassing, umm...Ford is kind of out of those right now. If you could just go away quietly and come back tomorrow we'll give you a Cadillac Escalade with lifetime satellite radio."  

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The People at Your Super Bowl Party

We may be going to different Super Bowl parties this weekend, but alot of the people at our parties will be eerily similar and equally irritating. Read on and see if you can identify these folks at your party this Sunday. If you can't, you're probably one of them.

The Gambler: He may know when to hold'em but he doesn't know when to fold'em or when to shut up. This guy always wants you to know the "over/under" and how much he's got riding on the game. And he spends most of the game fuming and stomping around every time an officials "b.s." call threatens to upset the point spread he wants. He usually has a "prop bet" on the coin toss too. Unfortunately if the game doesn't go his way The Gambler turns into The Belligerent Drunk. That is unless the black lab covers the spread in his bet on The Puppy Bowl.

The Referee: This tool has to explain every official ruling on the field as if he's calculating a quadratic equation. He'll usually say something like: "Well that was an illegal formation because the half-caff flanker position moved from a three point stance to a two point stance without waiting for a pause in the snap count while the rigamarole motion was ad infinitum. Now normally the refs would let that go but because of the down and distance and clock situation they were forced to call it." Yeah thanks coach, I can't imagine why you don't win your fantasy football league every year.

The Commercial Lover: I hate to stereotype, but this is usually a woman. We all know her. She has no clue about what teams are in the game and often thinks that one teams "costumes are pretty."  She usually says, "Oh I love the Super Bowl because of the commercials. I heard this year that Doritos and Coca Cola combined  for a commercial where The Pope break dances with a 3-D video of Michael Jackson. Oh wait, wait, wait, QUIET EVERYBODY, I think this is it. SHHHHH...I want to see this one. Did you see that? That was so funny! Oh my god! BEST Super Bowl commercial EVER!" Usually I'm secretly rooting for the drunk, belligerent gambler to punch her in the forehead. 

Team Jersey Guy: This guy arrives at the party first and only brings a bag of chips. He grabs a beer and immediately plants his un-athletic physique in the recliner directly across from the television a half hour before kick off and won't leave that seat until the game is over. If you're the homeowner you might as well just haul that chair out to the curb after the game. You won't want to keep it.  He doesn't even get up to get another beer. "Oh, hey, if you're going out to the kitchen could you grab me a brewski?" Once he's settled in he's almost as bad as The Gambler. Team Jersey Guy is also the pleasant guy who tries to wave your children out of the way if they walk in front of the t.v. during the game and you swear his head will explode if one of the kids even mentions switching the channel to The Puppy Bowl. 

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