A few weeks ago while I was at work, one of my group texts started popping off like crazy. I had been ignoring all the buzzing but finally relented and scrolled through to see what everyone was talking about:
"Did you see they put a $500 serving plate on there?"
"Wait til you get to the $800 vacuum."
"Um, sorry, there are TWO $500 serving plates on there!"
"Aw wait. I kinda like their taste."
Confused, I finally just asked, "WTF are you guys talking about?"
"Carl* and Nina's* registry, duh," someone responded.
Sure, it might sound reasonable that we were peeking at a couple's wishlist, but none of the eight women on this text chain were actually invited to Carl and Nina's wedding. We hadn't spoken to either of them in years (Carl was an old acquaintance of ours from childhood). But we periodically checked in on his Instagram, knew he was getting married, and had stalked their hashtag. It seemed natural that the final frontier of social wedding stalking would be to spy on the gifts they asked for.
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