Gift cards. What a concept. It’s not really a gift, is it? It’s just… pre-approved spending. ‘Here, I got you this $25 to a place I *think* you might like, but if you don’t, it’s just a plastic rectangle of impending frustration.’ And then you never use it. It sits in your wallet, mocking you. A constant reminder of money you technically have, but can never quite access. It’s like money with an expiration date, and a very specific ‘use by’ instruction. ‘Only valid for overpriced coffee and a dry muffin.’
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