Some gifts are just scary

My daughter sent me a link to this story in the NYTimes: It brings back memories of walking into the hospital breakroom and finding huge tins of Danish butter cookies with giant multi-color stickers: "Prozac" or "Viagra" or something else that clearly was never meant to be ingested as food. I was rather leery of these "gifts" - although I really did (I'm embarrassed to say) like the pens that looked like hypodermic needles.