I decided that instead of watching the stock market all day, I would get some nagging errands run. So I drop Jack at his summer pre-school program (I'm emphasizing summer program to reduce the guilt involved here) and I head off to Kohl's to pick him up some dress clothes and shoes for a wedding he is actually invited to this Saturday. He is VERY excited
about being allowed at a wedding. He danced all night at his big sisters wedding this past September (that's him to the right, I know...looks like he's imitating James Brown) and was devastated to learn soon after that children are seldom included in such festivities! Anyway, I'm getting off course here....So after a quick stop off at home, I head back out and decide to stop at Taco Bell since I've been craving a Steak Baja Chalupa (with guacamole) for what seems like weeks, and also so I will spend less money once I get into the grocery store. I go to the counter, and order my Chalupa and ask for the very smallest size drink they have. I do this all the time if I go there, and several times in the past they have just given me the little cup for free. I always thought they were just being nice. Today however, the "sweet" girl behind the counter says to me..."Oh, you get a free senior drink with that". She then proceeded to give me my little blue cup, as I'm pretty sure my mouth had dropped. Senior drink? My mind was racing....I didn't recall her asking my age....Senior drink....OMG... really...she didn't actually just say that....
I sit down to eat....really no longer even wanting one sip of my free "senior" coke. Instead I start texting. First my daughter, then my husband, then one of my internet friends. Not even sure why I started texting.....but the next time someone starts spewing about how young I look....or says 51! Your 51 really? I'm going to tell them, yes REALLY. Heck, I might even tell them I'm 55 or 60 then they really will think I look young for my years! LOL! (that's actually my sisters line)
So I finished my errands, receiving no more senior discounts for the remainder of the day and I then proceeded to pick up my 5 year old from pre-school (summer program that is, sort of like camp). Isn't that ironic?
I did a quick search on google. This was one of the decent search results I found at About.com. And these are some of the results listed. The age for being considered a senior seems to run the gamut between 50-65 yrs. with most falling around 55. Banana Republic gives a 10% discount at age 50. I could maybe go for that one! ;)
