Stouffers
Banned
The year: 1991. The girl: Megan. The gift: a cheaply framed headshot of Luke Perry. I was 11 and wanted a way to show my romantic interest. I found the framed photo at some shitty outdoor market in Fremont, CA. I thought, “what better way to express my feelings than a picture of another dude?”
I anonymously snuck it under her papers on her desk. She found it, put it in her bookbag and never inquired who gave it to her. She’d be 40 or so now. She’s probably one of your mothers. If you have a mother named Megan around that age, do me a favor: Ask her if she at least appreciated the gesture. I mean, it’s a shit gift, but I was 11 and just doing my best.
I anonymously snuck it under her papers on her desk. She found it, put it in her bookbag and never inquired who gave it to her. She’d be 40 or so now. She’s probably one of your mothers. If you have a mother named Megan around that age, do me a favor: Ask her if she at least appreciated the gesture. I mean, it’s a shit gift, but I was 11 and just doing my best.