Went to a going away party , for someone at my former workplace, being promoted from supervision to first level management.
Was driving to the restaurant, and passed a sporting goods store. My inner devious sob trait kicked in
, went around the block, to the sporting goods store and bought a special gift. Half assed gift warped it and went to the luncheon.
Some cards were presented, then I present this poor soul with the gift , to a roar of laughter :
A Snake Bite Kit
She is going to need it at the viper den she is being sent to .