My mom never accepts presents gracefully.
Her usual modus operandi is to wait about a week after she has gotten something and then return it to the giver, saying "Oh, I would never use this." Or "You need it more than I do."
Or, in the rare instance, "Do you mind if I give this to Hazel? I don't need it and she might like it."
Damned if I know why she does this. She has returned gifts from clothing to household items to even real maple syrup ("Oh, we'll never use this. We'll just stick to the Log Cabin like we like.")
Finally, one day, about six weeks ago, I snapped. I told her that it wasn't very nice to always give presents back, that it made the givers feel like crap and that she needed to just say thank you and never mention what she did with the gifts ever again.
She made little wounded noises and "Well, I was just trying to be nice" statements and was generally kind of miffy.
Since then, there have been a couple "Oh, I was going to try to give this back to you but I'm not allowed," statements, but she has been better, admittedly.
But I should have known she had a card in her pocket.
A couple weeks ago, she finally cancelled the WebTV service that my sibs and I had bought for Mom and Dad in, oh, 1997. She was mostly getting spam email and wasn't enjoying it and it wasn't worth the $24.95 a month she was paying MSNBC for it.
"I don't know what to do with that keyboard thing," she said.
"Throw it away, donate it to Goodwill, whatever," I said.
"Well," she replied. "I know I'm not allowed to get rid of anything you give me."
Twelve years, people. She has had it for at least twelve years.
HA! Touché, Mom! YOU WIN AT PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVENESS.
And I wonder where I get it from.