I was weeding yesterday and a truck went by and honked. Wow! That hadn't happened in a long time! But the honk could never make up for the humiliation of what happened two weeks prior. Let's just call it my "Senior Moment".
Let me tell you about my Senior Moment. John and I were coming home from Hershey Medical Center where he had gotten his oncology appointment. We stopped at a McDonald's along the way home for a quick bite to eat.
When it was time to pay the clerk she asked me "Are you a senior citizen?" My heart dropped. I thought it was going to drop to the floor. I guess this will be the first of my Senior Citizen askings. First of all, though, I am 45. To make it worse, she wasn't a teenager. She looked 35 or something. How could she think I was a senior citizen?
She must have saw my jaw drop in disbelief, because she tried to help me. "Ma'am, she said with a big smile, "I was only trying to help you, because if you really were a senior citizen you would be getting the senior citizen discount!"
So I am like, standing there, thinking, please lady, do not try to redeem yourself. Just give me my food and let me get out of here!
That was my first time ever being asked if I was a senior citizen. I hope it doesn't happen again real soon. I think seniors are beautiful and full of wisdom, but I don't want to be called one until I am!
Now take a long look at the photo above (I am 45) and please be honest, do I look like a senior citizen (over 55?)
Love you all, no matter what your answer is, LOL,