I’m Getting Old.

I knew this was going to happen. But I just didn't realize it would happen so soon. Yes I get the random AARP email wanting me to join. "They have no idea who I am" I say to myself to make me feel better. "They have no idea if I'm 25, 35 or 42" I tell myself. Yet I'm just kidding myself. I KNOW I'm getting older. This weekend, however, my fears were confirmed.

I was enjoying the breakfast buffet at the new Big Boy on 28th Street across from Woodland Mall. Tasty. The eggs were slightly undercooked, just the way I like. And the free paper, even better. All was going smoothly, until the nice waitress arrived with the bill.

She calmly informed me, while she didn't know if it fit or not, that she was giving me the "Senior Discount". I was slightly taken aback by this, as I have never been offered the "Senior Discount" before. It's for guests 55 and up. I'm 42. Going on 43. I think.

So I wasn't sure if I was offended or flattered. Yes it insinuated I am 55, but it WAS 2 bucks off the breakfast. I took it. Tipped her 3 dollars for telling me where the buffet was, and bringing me two Pepsi's. And started looking forward to when I can REALLY get the Senior Discount. On stuff that matters. Like rental cars. And BIGGER meals. :)