Coupons, Groupons, and Holiday Inn: A Comedy of Errors

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Updated: Dec. 20, 2015
Originally Published: July 21, 2015

I just returned from a trip and thought I’d check my calendar for that massage I snagged from a daily discount site. It was supposed to feel like a “free” treat since I’d already paid for it. But guess what? It expired over a month ago, and now I’d have to shell out an extra $20, plus tip, just to redeem it. What a steal! At this point, relaxation was the least of my concerns; I just wanted to get that massage to avoid losing the cash I’d so optimistically spent back in January. You know the mantra—“New Year, New You!”

Finding out that I missed the massage appointment was like stumbling upon a graveyard of missed opportunities. Our anniversary fondue dinner at the Melting Pot? Expired. A local sightseeing tour in Washington, D.C.? What a cute date night concept! And yep, expired too.

I guess there’s a disconnect between the exciting offers that flood my inbox on dreary weekdays and my ability to keep it all organized. The same goes for gift cards. I’m every retailer’s dream customer, yet somehow, I can’t keep up with this madness. Each shiny new gift card fills me with hope, but before long, it turns into just another reminder of my shortcomings. They say the thrill of anticipation often surpasses the actual event, but I really wish I could’ve indulged in some real fondue at least once.

Recently, I even put myself on library probation because those overdue fines add up fast. It’s hard to sink into a book when you know each page could lead to yet another disappointment. I ditched grocery coupons ages ago after realizing how disheartening it was to toss out all those curled-up, unused pieces of paper each month. I’d cut and organize them, only to watch them expire. The worst were those little peel-off stickers on food items shouting, “$1.00 off NOW!” I’d only discover them when I got home—20 minutes too late.

As a supposedly frugal person known for her budgeting skills, my inability to manage coupons, Groupons, and library books is a source of secret shame. And when teenagers knock on my door selling discount cards for local businesses? You might as well hand me a match to burn that $20.

I only have one kid at home, I’m not super busy, and I’m the go-to person for reliability. So why the chaos? Is it the Internet stealing my attention span? The overwhelming amount of STUFF surrounding me? Or am I just finally ready to embrace a little rebellion in my mid-40s, even if it means saying goodbye to my Subway rewards card?

Who knows? But sharing this feels liberating, and it kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and take a nap. Or maybe get a massage. Anyone got a coupon?

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In summary, the struggle with managing coupons, Groupons, and the chaos of everyday life continues. It’s a balancing act between ambition and reality, with a sprinkle of humor and a dash of rebellion.

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