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My dad played a pretty good trick on me one Christmas eve. My family normally does presents on Christmas eve as we would go visit other family on Christmas day. The task of distributing presents from under the tree fell to me, being the "youngest" at around 25 at the time. Most of them went to their recipients no problem, and I was almost done when I tried to move one of mine to my pile. It was small and I am big, so I didn't expect there would be a problem. It was trapezoidal and the small dimension was on the floor, so I got a good grip on it. I grabbed it, and moved toward my pile. The present didn't, so I fell down. I tried to move it again, but failed. I assumed Dad had attached it to the floor or some other such trick, because seriously what the gently caress. Dad suggested I try harder, and I did get it to move by lift/scooting. When I unwrapped it, it was a plain cardboard box. After I tore the box apart (There wasn't an obvious way to open it), inside there was an anvil. A 100~lb anvil. Dad said that seeing me fall on my rear end was worth the hassle of carrying it downstairs (they weren't finished putting in the hardwood floors upstairs) and wrapping it himself. Mom had no idea he got this for me, but was very clear about not dropping it on the new flooring when I left with it, and also that I would not be leaving without it. I bear-hug carried it upstairs and was thankful I drove the truck that day. The anvil is on an even heavier cast iron table in my garage, and I've actually used it for anvil-related things.
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