‘Tis the season for gift cards—and I love getting gift cards. No matter what store it is from, you can be sure that I’ll find something to spend it on. Unless it’s from Uncle Salty’s House of Peanut Shells. No wait, even if it’s from Uncle Salty’s House of Peanut Shells. I could spread peanut shells all over our living room floor for Iwanski’s birthday to make it look like Wrigley Field.
Anyway, one time, I got the best gift card ever.
That Christmas, a friend of mine gave me a gift card for a coffee shop. I like coffee, so I was happy.
A week later, Iwanski and I were in the coffee shop and decided to use the gift card. The cashier rang up the cost, and it was $3.90. I handed her the gift card, confident that there was at least $5.00 on it. The cashier ran it through and said, “You owe 74 cents.”
“What?” I asked, dumbfounded. I looked at Iwanski, and we both started laughing.
“She gave you a gift card for three dollars and sixteen cents?” He exclaimed.
“I guess so!” I replied, handing the cashier the 74 cents. “Oh my God, that’s so funny!” I laughed some more. “I can’t believe she did that!”
Then Iwanski said, “Wait—3.16—isn’t that the Bible verse people always quote? John 3:16?”
“I’ve never heard of that before,” I replied. “What does that one say?”
“Something about God so loving the world, that he gave his only Son so that we might live forever, something like that,” said Iwanski.
“Well, I guess that’s a good thing,” I said. “But I don’t think she’s really all that Christian. I think she just gave me a half-used gift card.”
We both laughed some more and then enjoyed our re-gifted coffee drinks.