Uncle S (holding a small bottle): "Tracey, I want you to take this home tonight."
Me: "OK, what is it?"
Uncle S: "Love Oil."
Me (not sure what to say....this is very wierd): "Um..., did you say Love Oil?"
Uncle S (looking at me strangley): "No, Glove Oil - for L's new baseball glove."
Me: "Oh" turning bright red as I bolt from the very awkward situation.
I can pretty much guarantee this will be talked about at every future Christmas dinner.
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