I was supposed to write about this coupon when I took a pic of it but of course, things had to come up and I lost sight of writing this post. Now, I’m back to this.

My dad said “Oh, I almost forgot, let me give you this coupon.” and took it out of his thick wallet. It was time for me to head back to DC after spending some quality time with my parents. Soon enough, my hearing aid amplified my ear to alert that there were some mumblings from the speakerbox and that it probably means it was time to go and strip myself in front of some security officers at the airport. Seeing some people lining up helped confirm this.

For some reason, my dad seems to enjoy holding my mails ever since I left the house for college and I don’t think I have ever spent more than two weeks at parents’ home in the middle of cornfields after having lived there for more than 15 years since I was adopted. I also should add that my dad is a postal office worker and he likes to brag that he almost knows every zip code around the midwestern states. Anytime I get a box from someone, I can immediately tell if it’s from my dad by the way how the box was packaged, taped and labeled. And it would require a good scissor to pry it open, not just your hands. One of these days, I just ought keep the box unopened and re-send it to the P.O. museum and be placed in a glass to show how crisp the box is taped.

Now, back to the coupon, since my dad gave me the coupon when it was time to go, I didn’t really take a close look at the coupon and took it right into my wallet. Heh, from his wallet straight to my wallet. When I was firmly settled into my airplane seat, I took the coupon out and looked at it. The expiration date said “04-31-06″ and today is May 14, 2006. So it was expired but stayed in my dad’s wallet for two months. I suppose by looking at all these zip codes has made my dad a victim of hyperopia. I put the coupon back into my wallet and some tears began to form as the plane was about to take off.