Wednesday, March 4, 2015
I have been picking and dealing in "old stuff" for a long time, and I vividly recall that recently I was the "young gun" in the crowd; the youngest at every function, antiques show (etc) that I went to.
However, I was awoken to a fact not long ago...
Rudely awoken, you could say.
I am only 44, by the way...well, ok, I admit, I am almost 45.
It came by way of a eyebrow raising moment a couple weeks ago.
I stopped in at a thrift shop while I was in Winnipeg a few weeks ago, and after doing my tour of the place, I had managed to find a few goodies.
I brought my purchases up to the sales counter which I knew totalled $5, and set them in front of the cashier.
The cashier tapped away on the register, and I was told by the smiling 60+ year grey haired lady behind the counter that the total was $4.00.
When I politely pointed out that the total was actually $5.00 the dear old gal behind the counter smiled and said:
"Its Senior's Day."
It took me a stunned second to realize that she had given me the "senior's discount."
I guess I need to look at it in a good light. So, I have decided that I have earned every one of my grey hairs, so perhaps getting a senior's discount 20 years sooner than I should is my reward.
Every buck counts, right?
Maybe I need to save those bucks up for some hair dye....