The past week, my daughter, now a sophomore in college, had the occasion to mail a check.
I know you are wondering why, but I promised not to tell.
(She got a traffic citation.)
See, I didn’t tell anyone she got a ticket.
But that is not the amusing part of this story. Nor is the fact that although she was pulled over for speeding, the above mentioned citation was for an obstructed view–she had a parking pass hanging from her rear view mirror. The nice police officer (nice as in he felt like granting her a favor, and not nice as in a French policeman in Nice, France where my daughter was not exceeding the speed limit by A LOT) wrote her up for a lesser charge. Now this is not the first time my daughter has been pulled over. But it is the first time she was cited for anything.
But that is not the amusing part of this story.
See, she mailed in her fine. Which was fine. Except for the fact that the envelope came back to us:
Apparently, two cents doesn’t even buy enough ink to say ‘returned for postage.’
Now . . . this is the funny part.
I inform my daughter that it was returned for insufficient postage (but I didn’t use big words like insufficient.)
With complete innocence, she protests “I put a stamp on it!”
I agreed. “Yes. A two-cent stamp.”
She was befuddled. “Well, how many stamps do you need?”
OMG. I cannot believe what I’m hearing.
Even if you lived under a rock and didn’t realize the price of stamps went up to 49 cents in January of this year, you would still know that it costs more than two cents to mail a letter. Or a fine.
You have to go back to June of 1932 to mail a letter for two cents! I’m old enough to be her father, and I’ve never been able to mail a letter for two cents! But I can remember when we had to lick those suckers to put them on the envelopes! And our envelopes were made of papyrus, not this fancy paper crap! And we had to deliver them ourselves. Up hill. Both ways. See how I digressed there?
Apparently my daughter has been raised in an era where people do not mail letters anymore. They text. They email. They chat. They Instagram. And while they think they are doing this for free (because the cost of the internet provider or their cell phone package is paid by someone else), the concept of paying to send something is foreign to them.
Our future is in good hands . . . as long as they don’t have to mail it!