My First Seniors Discount

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.”


“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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