I think the rudest gift that anyone has given me was a worn shirt with threadbare spots that smelled of detergent. I mean he was my secret santa at the office. And he kept on pointing out the fact that it was Burberry. I seriously don't care. It smelled like cheap detergent that he rushed to take off his drier and have it wrapped in time for the secret santa outing.
Oh, I forgot to mention, he was our senior V.P for International Relations, to which by common knowledge, was that he was earning a lot, is single, and collects yachts as a hobby. And yet he couldn't give a fck as to what to give that Christmas for the secret santa event. I would have been VERY happy even if I got a $5 Starbucks coupon, or a cheap-ass bloody keychain since I love collecting keychains.
The shirt is now happily a dust rug that's sitting on top of my shelf. At least I found some good use for it. ;-)