Senior Citizen Discounts and Other Horrors


This week I had a very disturbing experience:  I was offered a senior citizen discount at my grocery store!  I’ve never been offered this kind of discount before—anywhere—so it totally flummoxed me.  It didn’t help that the store had a cutesy little name for it, so when the clerk asked me if I had forgotten about their “wisdom discount,” all I could manage was a confused look.  Then it sank in:  she was offering me the discount for people 60 and older!

I almost blew up at the clerk—at her audacity in thinking I could be that old—until I realized that I’m only three years away from the “wisdom discount”.  And that’s when I really got depressed.

I didn’t want to get depressed, but that’s what happened.  I simply could not fathom that I could possibly look 60 to a 21- year-old.  How was that possible?  I’m way younger than that.  After all, I’m only 57!  Besides, I’ve always been the youngest one in my family, so how could I ever look 60?  60 is an age where you look grown up and mature.  Help! I don’t feel that way yet!

Besides, I’ve lost all that weight!  I thought I was looking young and beautiful and very far from 60!  I managed to get over the whole incident by telling myself that one, ridiculous clerk is just so young that she doesn’t have a clue about anyone’s age.  To her, a 40-year-old probably looks 60, I muttered under my breath.

Then it happened again—in a different store, with a different clerk—a very polite 40-year-old man, who asked me if I was “eligible for our senior discount?”.

Maybe with all the stress of this year, I’ve aged.  Maybe getting thinner has actually made me look older.  Who knows?  Maybe the problem is that I am, in fact, pretty darn close to 60, so I might as well get used to the sound of that number.

Whatever! All I can say is, I’m not ready for it yet.  I’ll adjust, eventually, when 60 rolls around.  I’ll be a very happy 60-year-old.  But until then,  I’ve got 3 more years, so I plan to celebrate the fact that I am still in my fifties.  And to hell with any young whippersnapper who thinks differently!  They can take their wisdom discount and….

I’m far too mature to complete that sentence, but you get my drift!

7 thoughts on “Senior Citizen Discounts and Other Horrors

  1. My husband turned 60 yesterday… A couple of weeks ago the grand kids were visiting and we were talking about how old their grandpa would be. When he said 60 MY mouth dropped open. You would have thought I was going to be the one having the B-day. I just wasn’t prepared for that number to come out of his mouth. I still have a few years before it is my turn to say I am 60 thank goodness. Hopefully I will be able to keep my mouth closed. After being married to this man for 37 years you would think I would have not been shocked by the number. : )

  2. Hi Marion, Your comment made me realize that LIFE is such a joke! Thanks for that. And since I am 53, I don’t get asked about the senior discounts, but I wish I would be given them automatically. I get called, “M’am” a lot. Which surprised me at first, but really, that is a term of respect for someone older, so I like it now!

  3. Great post Sadhvi, sounds like you got the ‘double whammy’. It’s funny when you think about it, that in our teen years we strive to look older and more mature, even fix fake ID’s to get into clubs or buy alcohol. Then we progressed to the stage where we saw it as a compliment in our mid-twenties to be asked for our ID to see if we were old enough ‘gee I must look young’. So by the time we have reached the ‘pension qualifying age’ and get that new pensioner ID card, will we be showing it at will to receive the discount or will our vanity take over and we will pay the FULL price because we are so complimented by NOT being asked for it?? What would you do?

  4. Mick and I went to the movies and without even a question were given the senior discount. The movie cost us 7 dollars apiece instead of 10, giving us 6 extra bucks to spend on popcorn and cokes. Senior management should tell their young employees just to give the discount without asking if a person looks the right age to them, that way they can get angry or upset in private and no one around them will know what has transpired. I like senior recognition when it means money in my pocket–there are actually few other perks for aging. Take what you can get. By the way, I’ve been getting the senior discount since my hair turned white when I was in my late 40’s, so don’t take it so hard. It could be way more insulting! Love, Tootie
    PS: You are young and beautiful, and recognized as such by the people who count, your husband, your elder sisters and their husbands, and your true friends.

  5. Oh, Jane, it is a struggle when we react to our own ageism prejudices. It certainly is one I deal with until I ask myself what does that age mean to you? My best answer so far is–whatever I want it to mean. If I want to be beautiful, vigorous and engaging then I can be that–maybe not in ways I could at a younger age but in ways that suit me now. So the person you need to tell to take their wisdom discount and …… may be you.

  6. Ha ha ha. Please print this and save it so you can revisit it in your 3 years. I TOLD YOU IT IS JUST A NUMBER! Stay healthy and in a good frame of
    mind and the only time you will notice is when you
    see age on an application. LOL!
    How about this: I absolutely cannot remember my age at times. LOL. Just live and enjoy your one fabulous life. Sixty? You will wish you were sixty one day.
    I am laughing my head off at you girl.
    Miz Rize

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