One of their lesser/mid tier transgressions, but I remember when my stupid bitch mother got me a fucking wallet for my birthday because mine had a damaged zipper. I told her beforehand I didn't care. She got me a tan one, not black, and I told her right there I did not like it, wouldn't use it, and not to get one.
The next year, I, of course. Got another. Tan. Wallet.
Never forgot. Surely never will. They're in a landfill somewhere.
