I have a commitment in another town every Tuesday evening. Being a man of habit, I always stop at McDonald's to get coffee. Today, they asked me my age. It turns out that according to them, I'm a "senior." I saved 41 cents. I'd rather pay the money and not be a senior.
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5 comments:
i feel the same way. a cafe that i frequented kept giving me the senior citizen discount. i told her to knock it off.
Roger, have learned to stop worrying and love the bomb :D.
Most people under 30 think anyone with gray hair is ancient, so have been inadvertently getting senior discounts even since I stopped coloring my hair, about three years ago. Just turned 62 this week and don't mind at all. 'Course. since I go almost nowhere, it's only happened a few times, at the movies. Got to tell you though, the movie always seems better with the discount.
:)
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not quite ready for the senior discount but AARP keeps sending me stuff. It is the "excuse me ma'ams" that really hurt
roger, i love you because you're not a tightwad, you just want to be a young stud instead of an experienced one. i can't wait to look older. i still get mixed up with the teenagers i work with. it's sad when coworkers think you're a pregnant teen.
my sister is a year older than me, and she's had gray hair since she was 20. i'm not talking a little, i'm talking the whole 9 yards. for some reason she doesn't dye it, but instead bitches constantly about it. i've decided to buy her some hair dye for christmas.
jilly
Orbie, will never forget the first time a kid called me "Ma'am" (in a computer store, of course) -- it absolutely floored me. Wrote some poems about it, it was so stunning. Since then, have gratefully adapted, but still remember the non-"ma'am" days with some fondness.
The male equivalent: "sir"?
Four
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