At work, someone is constantly selling something. My co-workers are always bringing in fundraisers that their kids are selling for school, scouts, and sports teams. Many sell chances for their firehall, sportsmen’s club, or other organizations. I recently bought a ticket - a chance on a variety of items. I won two Angel paintball guns. I wasn’t too enthused about my win, because I do not participate in the sport. I figured I would give the guns to my nephews for Christmas. On Christmas morning, I took the wrapped guns to my sister’s house. When the boys opened their gifts, my brother-in-law spit his coffee out. He began to cough. My sister began to cry. I was unsure of what was happening. I thought they were unhappy about the gifts, but I thought I recollected a conversation between my sister and I, in which I told her I was planning to give them the paintball guns. She called me into the kitchen and asked why I had spent so much on the boys this year. When I told her that I had won the guns, she seemed relieved and called her husband in the kitchen to tell him the news. He too seemed relieved. I had been a bit embarassed, since I hadn’t actually bought the boys gifts. I didn’t feel so badly when they explained that I had given the boys paintball guns that were each valued at over $1000.