Seniors discount

There’s the old adage, “You’re only as old as you feel.” Then there’s the argument about mental age versus biological, or chronological age. A simple Google search will turn up dozens of sites that will test you to determine the age at which you think and act versus the age you actually are – all bogus science but fun nonetheless.
I don’t need any of that. I KNOW I’m really 35. After all no one who acts like they were born in 1949 would ride a motorcycle or do half the things I do (or think I should be able to do). Sure the body aches a bit sometimes, but whose doesn’t on occasion? And that hair thing? Pffft, lots of 35-year-olds shave their heads, so what’s the difference?
So imagine my surprise when I was at the grocery store the other day and the cashier automatically deducted the seniors discount. I was outraged! But then I saw I’d saved $5 and the 65-year-old me surfaced momentarily. “What the hell,” I thought, “it’s $5, enough for a pint.”