I don't mind being a senior, and getting a 10% discount here and there is a nice gesture. Of course, sometimes it's not worth it, like the other day in the coffee shop.
"Hey Francine!" the clerk yelled while I stood at the head of the line. "This lady here wants a senior discount. Yeah, I checked. She's 68!"
I'm no longer offended when I get mail from The Scooter Store. The first time I got a letter from them I thought one of my kids had bought me a Vespa.
I'll even risk injury at Senior Day at the grocery, when those of us with ripening cataracts and rickety knees smack into each other with our grocery carts.
But I'm not too happy about what I learned today: According to an ABC news article, a representative of Credit.com stated that "elderly" is defined as 62 or older.
Really, elderly? At 62?
"Elderly" sounds like scrunched over, wrinkled and feeble. A few years back, a lady in California had a baby at 62.
Elderly? Not me, Sistah!
But don't get me wrong. Keep those Social Security checks coming!
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