This is the story of my first senior’s discount. I am 53. I don’t look a day over 52, I’m sure.
Today I wanted some adequate coffee, so I stopped by McDonald’s before my appointment.
“One large coffee, please.”
“Uh, are you 50-ish?”
“Yes, and then some.”
“Ok”
“Do I get a discount for that?”
“Yes! 51 cents instead of $1.25”
“Great. I bet you are uncomfortable asking people their age.”
“Yes, especially people without much hair. And I wouldn’t want anyone thinking I was 50”
“No, I would have said at least 58.”
(Okay, that last line is a fib; but a darn good one.)
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