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Wed 6 Aug, 2008 07:45 pm
I don't remember whether it was here or on abuzz where I came to lament being called "Ma'am" for the first time but today....
... today I was asked if I was eligble for the senior citizen's discount.
REALLY.
I take pretty good care of myself but I'll admit the last month has been a doozy; the last few days in particular. I've put on a couple of pounds, added a few gray hairs, ironed in a few well earned wrinkles in the last month and cried myself stupid over Noddy but senior citizen?
I'm 47.
Admittedly the girl was about 12 and new to the store and a lot of seniors shop there and she was "just following the rules" but still.... I would have hit her with my cane if I'd had one.
I immediately went to the liquor store to see if they'd ask for my ID.
They didn't.
<sigh>
As Noddy would have said: getting old is not for sissies.
<humbug>
Do you remember the first time you were asked this?
Spill!
I don't recall the first time, but, last night, my grandson came to visit and we took him to Denny's (nothing but the best for the boy). Well, I ordered off the regular menue, but they served me the senior's meal. I was disgustipated. You get a lot less food, which is why it is cheaper.
Re: And I thought being Ma'amed was bad.
boomerang wrote:I
... today I was asked if I was eligble for the senior citizen's discount.
We're the same age and I can say it hasn't happened to me, yet. I think I would answer "yes" figuring if I look it I deserve the discount.
(I assume you know it was Bette Davis who first said the "sissies" line, and she is probably having the heavenly version of tea with Noddy as we speak).
Boomer, this hasn't happened to me...yet..., but I remember how delicate the situation was when I worked at a theater box office.
If the possible senior citizen was buying more than one ticket, I could say "Does anyone in your party qualify for the senior discount?" But if they were buying one ticket, there was no polite way to ask. I would probably never ask a woman in that situation.
Boomer, you needa go find a new clerk at the liquor store...
:wink:
You are closer to 21...
I haven't been asked, and I don't qualify, but I'd surely say yes.
I want that discount!
I'm 48 and no one has asked me if I'm a senior citizen (I dye my hair now). However, the few times I go to McDonald's I ask for a senior coffee and no one questions it. Sad!
I've had a few episodic lives as thrift shop queen, first time in the early seventies, when I was being thrifty and getting a kick out of it, from the example of a colleague who'd gotten an mfa/was out of money and enjoyed them. In other years, I've needed thrift shops, sometimes seriously, like now, and remain enjoying them, so much more interesting than mall stores, don't get me going.
I've some nifty clothes by now, but where will I wear the St. Laurent coat?
So I have been not needy, needy, not needy, blah blah. Appropriate that I be granted a senior discount at the Salvation Army triplicate of stores on 11th in Santa Monica, where I both got that coat at one point and was genuinely needy at another. I was 55 and a senior. But what? Who, me?
What?
That was the first time, a jolt.
They're senioring you at 47 - it's a rook.
I think I have some hair dye around here somewhere....
I deserve some kind of discount after the week I've had but I think my jaw just dropped to the floor and I stood there in stunned silence while she offered her excuses.
I told Mr. B about it when he came home and he laughed so I demanded a day off and enough money to visit the facial restoration medi-spa.
That got him to quit laughing alright.
Idiot.
Speaking of thrift stores.... I made a haul at Goodwill today looking for accessories for my recently revived bathroom.
I found these crazy little cut glass dishes. I have no idea what they are for. They're rectangular and have these little inset areas that would perhaps hold sauce or something. I bought six and may go back for more. At minimum they'll make elegant soap dishes. At maximum I'll wow everyone with a lovely sushi plate with dipping sauces in the little inset doohickeys.
Or, I could just fling them at Mr. B.
Hey, I get a senior's discount at my insurance place. It's 50 years there! :wink:
Back in what, 1950, the dimestore had dishes. I think they were ten cents. Sort of star shaped. I know I bought one for my mother - I would have been eight. And then we had a few more. Good for banana splits, which we never did.
Waah. You can keep everything, or go in the opposite direction, or make choices in between. There are positives and negatives to all of those.
Note to Mr B here's how you should have handled it.
Boomer: the clerk asked me if I was eligable for seniors discount, (pouts)
Mr B; your only as young as you feel sweetness. Here give us a feel and Ill tell you how old you are.
Boomer: giggles
Dont ever let a chance go bye.
Re: And I thought being Ma'amed was bad.
boomerang wrote:I don't remember whether it was here or on abuzz where I came to lament being called "Ma'am" for the first time but today....
... today I was asked if I was eligble for the senior citizen's discount.
REALLY.
I take pretty good care of myself but I'll admit the last month has been a doozy; the last few days in particular. I've put on a couple of pounds, added a few gray hairs, ironed in a few well earned wrinkles in the last month and cried myself stupid over Noddy but senior citizen?
I'm 47.
Admittedly the girl was about 12 and new to the store and a lot of seniors shop there and she was "just following the rules" but still.... I would have hit her with my cane if I'd had one.
I immediately went to the liquor store to see if they'd ask for my ID.
They didn't.
<sigh>
As Noddy would have said: getting old is not for sissies.
<humbug>
Do you remember the first time you were asked this?
Spill!
Haven't ever been asked, but I can't wait until I qualify... just six more months! I've earned those discounts and won't wait for someone to ask, I'll be asking them!
The downer is that even then I won't yet qualify for many of them because every industry seems to have different standards... What I find aggravating is having to ask what the store's rules are because they aren't posted anywhere in the store or on their websites.
Old = your age + 10 years.
Youngun' = your age - 10 years
Just how old or how young can seem like an pedantic distinction from across the divide where the teeming masses on the other side take on such similar form, so she thought you may be a senior citizen (and probably had a very vague notion of just how stricken with the olds qualifies) and you think she might have been 12.
Life is fair, if binary.
When the Girl found out that i was old enough to qualify for AARP, she was all over me to join. The Girl is all about discounts and freebies . . .
I got my first invite to AARP a couple of weeks ago.
Totally deflated me.
I'm only 45.
Boomer - if you aren't old enough to know what those little plates are for, you aint old. When flea marketing with my Mom she would have to explain at leat a few items we would discover. Then I would lament that the "old days" were so sweet, what with giving everyone their own little shaker like that. She would say "Well.... Shell! It hasn't been THAT long ago!"
Sometimes life ain't fair.
I've been bald since I was 28 or so.
<shrug>
Re: And I thought being Ma'amed was bad.
boomerang wrote:I don't remember whether it was here or on abuzz where I came to lament being called "Ma'am" for the first time but today....
... today I was asked if I was eligble for the senior citizen's discount.
REALLY.
I take pretty good care of myself but I'll admit the last month has been a doozy; the last few days in particular. I've put on a couple of pounds, added a few gray hairs, ironed in a few well earned wrinkles in the last month and cried myself stupid over Noddy but senior citizen?
I'm 47.
Admittedly the girl was about 12 and new to the store and a lot of seniors shop there and she was "just following the rules" but still.... I would have hit her with my cane if I'd had one.
I immediately went to the liquor store to see if they'd ask for my ID.
They didn't.
<sigh>
As Noddy would have said: getting old is not for sissies.
<humbug>
Do you remember the first time you were asked this?
Spill!
Ha Ha - I'm 45 and do on occasion get carded (and not at those places that they card everyone). I often get that look from the person ringing me in - should I card or should I not card. When they do I give them a big smile and hand them my license. I also get a startled look when they read my age.
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