Selective Aging
Alright, I'm practicing something I like to refer to as "selective aging," whereby sometimes it's appropriate to take advantage of a "senior" thing. Call it "seizing a senior moment," if you will. Like a discounted airline ticket or a good seat on the bus. I'd be foolish to turn down that kind of offer, even if the offer is dependant upon my age. But then, there are other times when I choose not to be included in that elite group of "over whatevers." It defies everything I believe about myself.
Case in point: Kohls gives a 15% discount for seniors on certain days of the week. Goody's does also. And if I wish to get that discount, I will say, "Hey, I'm a senior." "Whack off 15% please." But that little size two girl of 19 behind the counter had better not assume any time soon that I'm eligible for it. I'd rather gladly pay that extra 15% than it be ASSUMED I'm eligible for the cut ! When it happened recently, I was really tempted to tell the size two to go home and ask her mother (or God forbid, her grandmother) if she would like for it to be assumed she's a senior or if she'd prefer to be asked. That option ought be included in cashier training for anywhere that offers the discount. Same with McD's. I'd rather pay that extra .15 for a large cup of coffee than it be assumed I'm ready for the discount. Someday I'll probably not feel that way and I'll no doubt come to expect the discount and berate the size two who fails to offer it. For now, however, they better ask! And for now, I may choose to say, depending upon the mood of the day, "Oh, no thank you, not yet," (Unless there's a substantial savings involved).
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The cake lady could, no doubt, take over with polished ease, but I'm sure she's too busy visiting her local pharmacist to purchase ingredients for her next cake (the one that her most recent spouse so well deserves for the "weighty" comments. When will they ever learn? (Which reminds me, "Where have all the flowers gone)? You had to be there.
I think not, unless I.B. is there serving up his pre-packaged, hermetically sealed Debbie's. And if blogging pays big bucks, my check has been mis-directed. Probably going to a "Middie O'Pausal." People confuse us for each other al the time.
check your purse for your remote. That's usually where I find mine.