Oh SkyMall, you brief respite from boredom as we soar through the air in an elongated, pressurized metal tube. How you keep us endlessly entertained for minutes as we peruse your pages, looking at photos of luxury beds for the dogs and cats we do not own, Sasquatch sculptures for the gardens we wish we had, and orthopedic shoes for the grandmothers we hoped would love us more.
Then somehow, we get really drunk on the plane and come home to a bunch of shit we didn't know we bought. Whoops. Here are the 25 Worst Household Items Sold On SkyMall.