The worst gift I ever got was this horribly ugly shirt/hoodie type thing given to me by my dad. I opened it and just kind of looked at him, and I really tried to be gracious about it. I guess it didn't work too well because he told me to exchange it for something I liked.

I didn't realize it at the time, but it was the first gift he had ever picked out for me since he and my mom got divorced, (she always did all the gift shopping) and it was the last Christmas we spent together before he died. Had I known that, my reaction would've been much different.