I don’t know if I should be ashamed or proud.
I’ve so far survived birth, life with what I once thought was a dysfunctional family but now appears to be more normal than most, high school, disco and the embarrassing accompanying wardrobe, marriage, young children, adolescent children with drivers’ licenses and the requisite tickets and accidents, two more high school graduations, one college graduation, an empty nest, and a business floundering in a horrible economy. The only things left are grandchildren, old age, and death.
Well, old age is officially upon me, leaving just grandchildren and my demise as the next goals in line.
Yesterday I asked for (and received) a senior discount.
While I am rounding the bend to the middle of my fifth decade and was for one year a member of AARP (I dropped them when I realized their real mission in life is to lobby Congress for their insurance business – besides, they weren’t doing me any favors for my money), I have never asked for a senior discount. I’m not a “senior” and never considered myself one. Back in the day when I was a child, “seniors” were over 60. Heck, I think they were over 65! Somewhere in the last thirty years, the low bar for the senior designation has slipped down to 50.
It seemed like only yesterday when I was carded for alcohol. On a regular basis! In my forties, even!
My husband discovered senior discounts this year. During fairer weather, he enjoys a game of golf with an older guy who sells us used cars. Just for asking for a senior discount, he can get a round of golf with a cart for $20, weekdays on a nice course. My husband is all about saving money, so this is right up his alley.
He can easily pull off asking for a senior discount. Although he's younger than I by nine months, my husband’s hair is more salt than pepper these days. It is, in fact, completely silver at the temples. (He claims his Scandinavian genes are making a late entrance and he is really blond. Yeah. Right.) If hair is an indication, he could have asked for a senior discount years ago.