When I was at the cabin recently for one of my writing marathons, I needed to pick up some groceries.  I noticed a sign at the checkout in the grocery store. It said, “Wednesdays are Seniors’ Days! Let us know if you are 55 or older and we’ll give you 10% off your entire order.” I love saving money, and I am 55 (and no older!) so I asked for the discount. It’s the very first time I’ve ever qualified! Afterwards, I wasn’t sure if I was pleased or not. The checkout clerk didn’t ask for proof of my age. I guess it must be policy to accept the customer’s word.

I’ve never bought liquor, but I understand teens and young adults take great pride when they can buy alcohol without showing proof of age – they finally look old enough to not ‘get ID’d.’ It’s a little different when you’re on the other end of the age scale.

I was kind of hoping the clerk would say something like “you don’t look old enough. I should ask to see your drivers’ license” and then she would laugh a little. But nope. Nothing! I guess I should be happy that she didn’t just offer me the discount – I had to ask for it.

I guess I have to admit that letting the gray creep in is making me look more ‘my age.’