"Uh, yeah, it is," I said, following it up quickly with another "Oh my goodness." But this time it was emphatic and loud. "I cannot believe you bought me an iPod! I have been wanting an iPod so stinkin' bad!"
"We know!" Terri said.
"But what about the gift limits we discussed? This is way over the limit. Like $200 over the limit," I said, suddenly realizing my gifts would seem pathetic in comparison.
"Yeah, we know," she said. "But we knew how much you wanted one and you've been such a help since Aowyn was born, we wanted to get you something special."
I popped the lid off to get a closer look at the awesomeness I held in my hand. My brother-in-law questioned with annoyance how I got the lid off.
"Seriously?" he said, dismayed at how easily I opened the package. "I messed with that thing forever and couldn't get it open. Thought I was going to break it so I stopped. We haven't even got to see the thing yet!"
I started examining every inch while they watched from across the room with those grins still plastered on their faces.
I turned it over to see the back and found an engraving.
"Community State Bank?" I asked. "Why does my iPod say 'Community State Bank?'"
The grins faded into looks of pure horror.
Practically ripping the thing out of my hand, they wanted to see for themselves.
"Those cheapskates!" my sister yelled.
"I can't believe they put their name on it!" Tim chimed in.
Still confused, I repeated my question, but no one was listening.
"If I could have gotten the stupid box open, we would have known," Tim said to Terri.
I slowly started to piece the story together.
"Wait a minute! You didn't buy me an iPod, did you? You got a promotional iPod from a bank! For free!"