The true price and timing of aging & Me
Posted April 17, 2011on:
I decided to stop for a bathroom break and treat on my way home Saturday from Kenosha, where I saw Michael Feldman’s Whad’ya Know? public radio show.
Stopping in a Culver’s, I inquired whether the flavor of the day – German chocolate – included coconut, of which I am not a fan. It did so I looked into a freezer and noticed an ice cream sandwich.
The fresh-scrubbed young man at the counter (saying fresh-scrubbed automatically put me you in the elderly category) said the custard sandwiches were $2.54, including tax. When I arrived at the counter, he rang it up with a total of $2.42.
I saw the receipt – it said senior discount 12 cemts.
Asked how old you have to be for the senior discount, he said, “any age you want.”
In other words, if you look elderly, you get the senior discount. Now that my hair is white – I didn’t re-color it after chemotherapy – I look old enough to save 12 cents. So proud.
Twelve cents is the price of aging.
Oh, there are other signs. On Friday in Kenosha, we went to a Friday fish special at 5 p.m.
It would have been 4:30 p.m., but we’re still in our 50s. That would be the time of aging.
But we are, as my husband suggests, old enough to be yelling at kids to stay off our lawn. (Actually, we don’t care.)