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 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?”. Continue reading Senior Citizen Discounts and Other Horrors