I know. It should be more like 'So, on a scale from 0 to 10, how much of a blessing would you say it was?', just to take away the suggestiveness.

The worst talk I remember from back when my mom died was when I had to carry the unopened medicament supply back to the apothecary. The overwhelmed PTA was all extra at-pains and sincere-like and 'Can't stop! Must try out next vaguely suitable phrase!'-like to make up for the awkwardness of the transaction. Gah. The poor girl.