Last week at the grocery store, as I was scanning my groceries, the checkout guy came up to my self-checkout station to swipe his card while saying, “Hi Sir, I just wanted to make sure you got your senior discount.”
My discount was 5%, plus no charge for a dozen eggs. I thanked him while I finished checking out.
That’s the second time a clerk gave me the senior discount so I looked it up when I got home. The discount is for anyone over 60 on Thursdays. It says, “Just ask the clerk for the discount if they don’t offer it.”
So I guess I look like I’m 60, instead of my youthful 55 that I actually am or the spry 35 that I feel inside.
I snapped a couple of photos from different angles and sure enough, to someone who’s in their teens or 20s, I look old. Over 50, over 60, it’s all the same. I’m not the least bit offended.
Bring it on, I’ll take the 5% discount every time.