I don't know what to think about this latest development. The girl behind the cash register at the restraunt gave me the senior discount. I wasn't begging (or even hinting) for it or anything and she didn't ask for my ID for proof of age. She just gave it to me. And she pulled it off quietly too. I didn't notice until moments later when I glanced at my receipt and saw those two words in abbreviated form. (They must have a senior discount key on their cash register.) Hopefully she was just being nice. Like a random act of kindness maybe.
Or maybe it was a "Senor" discount? I can accept that.
The thing is, I'm torn. I really don't want to be considered a senior just yet, even if I actually am in some circumstances. It's not part of my master plan. But then what do I care what some twenty-something thinks. I have nothing against discounts. I actually kind of like them. But why can't they call it a ...... "mid-life discount?" I've accepted that label long ago. Well maybe not long ago but a few years ago anyway. I'm not fighting that demon any longer.
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