I remember the first time I was offered a “senior discount” without any prompting on my part. It was when I lived in South Florida for a while and the youngster at the movie theater ticket window automatically sold me a “senior” ticket for the movie I was about to enjoy. I didn’t say anything, but I remember thinking, “Do I really appear to be that old?” Since then, I have decided to opt for frugality, rather than vanity. I readily ask for a “senior discount” any time I am at an eating establishment, or anywhere else I might be able to take advantage of my numerous trips around that big ball of gas in the sky.
I recently saw a list of places that offer “senior discounts,” but you have to ask for them. I reckon these establishments do not wish to offend someone by automatically giving a discount. I don’t remember the entire list, but it was rather extensive and there were some places I was unaware offered such discounts. I find it amusing the increasing number of times I no longer need to “ask” for a discount. I’m not sure if they recognize me now, or if it is becoming more and more obvious that I qualify for such price reductions. One morning, as I was ordering breakfast at my favorite local fast food establishment, I asked for the “crippled old man” discount. This elicited a chuckle from the young lady taking orders at the drive through speaker thing. At that moment, I knew the day would not be wasted. I feel any day during which I can elicit at least one chuckle from someone has been a rather productive day.
I do not mind in the least taking more trips around that aforementioned big ball of gas in the sky; especially when one considers the alternative. I still remember something funny I heard a while back. “I’m at the awkward age when I’m too young for Medicare and too old for women to care.” Remember, “any day on the sunny side of dirt is a good day.”