Coke, 1993.

This happened a while ago, but I am just now posting this...because that is how I roll.

After coming home from Holland in early May, I went back home to visit my parents...and like any good son, asked if they needed and groceries while I was there. Easier for me to go get them than them.

My pops said, " Get me some coke...I'm out"
Me, "OK."

Then I go into the kitchen to look around.

Sitting on the counter was a bottle of soda. A glass bottle, small, filled with brown liquid. I say to myself...that looks like the coke I bought in a commemorative bottle a long time ago. Actually it looks like one of six I bought long ago.

I turn the bottle around...label = Coke, Christmas, 1993.

Hmmmmm.

So I talk to my dad...here is the conversation (while my pops is watching TV):

Me, "Hey, where did you get that coke?"
Pops, "Found it, in one of the kitchen cabinets."
Me, "You mean, all the way in the back of the cabinet, like someone was trying to hide it?"
Pops, "Uhhh, sure."
Me, "What happened to the other 5 bottles?"
Pops, "They're in my stomach."
Me, "Did you know that Coke is from 1993? It's 13 years old."
Pops, "Uhhh, no. Is that a problem?"
Me, "Uhhh, no...It's just old. You feeling OK? How did it taste?"
Pops, "I'm OK...tasted fine."
Pause
Pops, "Was it worth something?"
Me, "No, just to me holding it for 13 years...but that's all."
Pops, "Mmmm-hmmm." Going back to watching TV.

Then I go talk to my mom.

Me, "Did you know Dad drank Coke from 1993?"
Moms, "Yes. I said do you know how old those are?"
Moms, "He said yes...but it's OK."
Moms, "Crazy old man."

Moral of the story...never hide 13 year old Coke in the back of a kithcen cabinet...or my dad will drink it.

That ain't the German Flag, pops.

During the "Gay Pride" weekend I drove my parents through Downtown San Francisco, after a day in Chinatown.

At a stoplight on Market St. my dad asks me, "When did they put up all these Germany flags, everywhere?"

Me: "Uh, those aren't German Flags, pop."
Dad: "Who's flags are those?"
Me: "They're just flags."
Dad: "Hmmm:
Mom: "What's going on?"
Dad: "Nothing, the city put up all these German Flags, that's all."
Mom: "German Flags? Why?"

Silence.

Green light.

We drive off.

It was easier not to explain, as I lack the Chinese language skills to do it justice.