I have just got to share with you what came in an invitation to a wedding I will not be attending.
Picture this: two people have found love at an advanced age. How romantic! I only know the woman, but she’s at least 60. They each have their own houses and full lives and admit they need less stuff, not more.
So I asked somebody who would know where they’re registered - I thought I’d get something small. “Oh, there was a card in the invitation.”
Arrrrrgh! I have nearly given up this fight, because it seems nobody is listening, but listen up, people - tacky! Tacky!
Then I actually LOOKED at the card. Here’s what it said:
We don’t want to offend but we have it all,
All household goods and so much more.
To save you shopping, sit back and rest,
A gift of currency is our request.
Don’t go overboard or rob any banks,
Any little thing will make us smile with thanks.
We supply the wishing well,
No wrapping, an envelope who can tell.
Now that we have saved you all the fuss,
It would be appreciated if you would come
And celebrate with us!
Oh, really? Now that you’ve saved me all the fuss of buying you a present and just presenting my cold hard cash, you’d appreciate it if I came and celebrated with you? (Also, you rhymed “all” with “more”.) You admit that you don’t actually need anything, so to save you the trouble of returning shit, you’ve decided to just ask for the goddamned dead presidents already.
The thing is, the woman is a sweet, polite, dear thing - not at all the kind of person I’d imagine sending me this kind of invitation. Can you imagine?