One Christmas Eve when I was 20 I was living in New York in a basement appartment in my Dad's house (Americans live in all sorts of weird places, and my Dad rents out appartments for a living), eating some Chinese food, when an older lady knocked at the door. I answered, and she said "hi, your Dad got me for you for Christmas...". For some reason I was pissed off, I grabbed my Dad's Christmas present and went up to see him. He was sitting with a bunch of friends, and I threw the present at him, and said "HERE'S YOUR PRESENT". The lady followed, and was all like "calm down, calm down". Turns out it was a practical joke, I think, and she was one of my Dad's friends. then we all got raving drunk, I made a pass at her but was rejected, and that's all I remember that night.