Blah to Bailey's

For some reason, I have been receiving bottle upon bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream as gifts for years. This is strange to me. I have never told anyone I liked Bailey’s, and no one has ever seen me drink the stuff, either. Yet, that hasn’t stopped them from spending their money on something that has no use to me.

The first bottle was a nice gesture. It gathered dust in the liquor cabinet until my mother got her hands on it and lapped it up. She did the same thing to the second bottle I received. The third, fourth, and fifth bottles were all holiday gifts (namely, they came in special packages with glasses emblazoned with the Bailey’s name). They are sitting in the liquor cabinet, untouched.

One day, after rummaging through the bottles for a drink, I find the three bottles there and I wonder why anyone would want to keep on giving me the same thing.

So, I ask my mother if she wants the bottles, in return for a couple of bottles of liquor I do drink, like vodka or scotch. Thankfully, she agrees and complies with my request. It’s a good thing I know my mother likes Bailey’s; they’ll find a good home even though they’ll be empty pretty quickly.