Today was a milestone sort of day. The sweet young checker at our local grocery store asked me (very hesitantly) if I might be a senior citizen.
I answered, "I don't know. What is the age of a senior citizen?"
"55," she said.
"Oh, then I am!" I said, feeling slightly confused that 55 would be considered a senior citizen. But, whatever. I got $1.69 off my purchase.
Ok, the funny thing about all of this is that this is the very same store where I was carded for the last time (I'm pretty sure) in my life. That time, 14 years ago, it was a young man who was checking and he asked me to show him my ID. I absolutely could not believe that there could be a doubt in his mind that I was under 21. I stood there with my bottle of vodka and was insulted. But I showed him my license and proved that I was old enough to be his...older sister. Oh, alright -- his grandmother. Sheesh. Life is funny.