The other day I remembered my high school sweetheart use to buy his mom Scooby Doo stuff for every gift-giving holiday. Scooby Doo cups, plates, sweaters, socks, board games, stamps, hats, cat sweaters, nightlights, cereal, etc. Their house was FILLED with Scooby Doo stuff. So when day I asked him, “Why do you always get your mom Scooby Doo stuff?” He said, “I don’t know. She just likes it, I guess.” “But do you think maybe you should stop since I’ve never seen her once actually watch the show or talk about it or even play one of the several board games or nintendo games you’ve bought her?” “No, she likes it.”

So I finally asked his mom, “Do you like Scooby Doo?” And she said, “Not really, I just think it gives Sean something easy to buy for me.” 

After that flashblack, I texted him, “Do you still get your mom Scooby Doo stuff?” And he said, “Yep! She loves it! Why, did you find anything good?”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him he is a fucking idiot.