Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I’m 64 – the Beatles
I’ve always been told to act my age, but a visit to a favorite pizza outlet tested that adage.
After order, I paid with a credit card and dutifully signed the receipt.
Upon closer inspection of said receipt later, I noticed that I had received a 10 percent SENIOR CITIZENS discount!
I was speechless because I’m not a senior citizen, yet I felt no urge to correct this error.
Maybe the cashier was taking pity on me, however I don’t think I looked “old” that day. And I wasn’t about to refund this cash.
Sure, an entire wicked winter of shoveling and shoveling and shoveling snow has taken its toll on my body.
And there would have been a ruckus if that dear cashier had first asked if I was a senior citizen.
Perhaps if I would have worn my New York Knicks’ jersey and Knicks’ ballcap that day, there would have been no questioned that I did not qualify for such a discount.
Should be interesting when I return to this eatery if I’m again awarded a discount.