The wedding gift opening took place in the garage. Crate & Barrel boxes stacked warehouse-style lent to the ambiance of the old shit collection. New shit inside. The washing machine slugged a load around without enthusiasm. Jeff posted up with a laptop to enter gift data on a spreadsheet. Deb assumed packaging management and take/leave sorting. Laura wielded the exacto knife and ripped in. Triple digit heat sucked the life force from us and still we continued.
People don't wrap wedding gifts anymore. They go online to purchase from the couple's registry and ship directly to the given address. The guest never touches the gift he/she gives. Selected items arrive inside store packaging which is inside a shipping box. A packing slip with return label is included so that the bride and groom may discretely and painlessly return that which is unsatisfactory.
These gifts, selected for my daughter and her husband, will populate their kitchen(s) for, perhaps, the next thirty years or more. If they are tenacious in their relationship. If they continue to live an American life. She is thoughtful about resources. He really only wanted the espresso maker and coffee bean grinder. I know this about them. Their friends and family adore them, have buried them in gifts.
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