Did I ever tell you about my favorite Aunt Annie? Many years ago, an older man started calling and coming around to see her. They began what my aunt would call, a friendship, and, what the man would call, a courtship. Before long, he had managed to upgrade his status in her eyes; he was her boyfriend (sort of).
Christmas rolled around and the suitor presented my aunt with a, let’s just say, very, very modest engagement ring. I couldn’t tell if my aunt was more put off by the size of the ring or by the fact that she was in no way ready to commit to him in marriage. I happened to be visiting that year and when I examined the still-boxed ring, I noticed that the inside was engraved, but not with my aunt’s name! She was horrified when I showed her that she had been the victim of a serious crime; regifting-the practice of attempting to pass off a used gift as new or giving a gift to someone that you originally received as a gift, but didn’t want. (Needless to say, my aunt did not marry him and the relationship went quickly downhill from there-much to my relief and hers too, I think.)