OK, today I meet two buddies at the car show underway at Abbotsford, BC (Rev - where were you?). Getting there early there was a line-up to get in. I finally get to the cashier and the sign says $16.00 (holy smokes, what happened to five buck car shows? Yeah, it has been a while since I've gone to a car show) and I give the young lady a $20. She gives me $6 back. I point out that I should only get $4 and she says "oh, seniors get $2 off". Stunned, I take my ticket and go through the gate and a few moments later my two buddies come through. One of them says "you know, there's a good side and a bad side to what just happened". And I'm thinking how the heck did she know I was a senior although aren't seniors OLD, and I'm not in any way old, like my buddies. Sorta clouded my whole car show visit although I must admit that the extra $2 in my pocket was nice, particularly when exiting and they charged $5 for parking (what the heck happened to a $1 for parking????). So, I get home and tell the love of my life what happened and she about falls over laughing and pointed out that I'm about the only person in the world who can't see an old guy when I look in the mirror. Okay, maybe the gray hair and beard make me look older than I think I am, I'm thinking - at least my eyebrows aren't gray yet I say. Then I'm told, cruelly I might add, that my hair is NOT gray, it's silver. I would disappear if I was standing beside my Airstream, from the shoulders up. I'm still shocked that some kid thinks I look old and the worst part of the whole ordeal? I wasn't even asked for ID - everyone took it for granted that I'm old enough to get the seniors discount. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep tonight!!!!!
Barry, here in Manitoba, the cashiers have signs saying that anyone under 18 has to have ID to buy tobacco. I always whine that they don't ask me anymore.
It's sad - a guy gets a silver hair or two and that's it. you are over the hill. Geesh, you gotta wonder about some of the "older" folks on this Forum - they probably even get meals cheap in restaurants without asking..... (that must has been my inner voice speaking)
Oh believe me, when you get old, the whole world knows it. I wasn't especially looking forward to the big 5-0, and who stepped up first to wish me Happy Birthday? Why that young, fun-loving organization, the AARP (American Association of Retired Persons, for you Canadians). Their invitation to join was in my mailbox on my 50th birthday....... Lots of water under the bridge since then, and now I'm not so fussy about it - particularly when I can save some money......
Krash, two of my "friends" signed me up for AARP when I turned 50 6 years ago. I've never gotten so much junk mail in my life from one particular organization, so I "unsigned" me up. My hair's gone from brown to gray, (or silver), in the past three years. Must be the economy and all the strees it's brought with it.
I got that AARP "invite" last week - and I'm NOT 50 yet! I sent it back in pieces, telling them to take me off of all their mailing lists.
....hes bitchin he got in cheaper????.... Barry....i was there from 8am Thursday till 8 pm Sunday...thats why im off and sitting in front of the computer....im letting the weekend disappear wish we coulda hooked up
Rev, you must of been on a break when Barry and I went by the booth, cause you wasn't there. And I also did not get asked for id -they just gave me the seniors price, even though I don't look near as old as Barry.
Hey, Lee IS old. No doubt in my mind. One look at him and I realize that the young lady was looking over my shoulder at him when she made that "mistake" guessing at my age. I mean, what else could it be? She had to have made a mistake. Why I just looked again in the mirror this morning and I still look young and vibrant and full off - young and vibrant and, uh, young and vibrant. Sorry we missed you Rev. I'll have to make it in to the shop one day and spend some money anyway - actually I have some gift certificates that are burning holes in my pockets I'd better get rid of quickly.....
Watta bunch of old farts - sitting around and grumbling about getting free money. My hair's grey and I've been getting AARP crap for years and I still don't get any discounts . . . . . .
It used to be that discounts started at 55. Not anymore. Here you have to be at least 60 then they only give ya 50% of the food for a big 10% off. Now that's a deal.
I'm surprised a bunch of senile old grumps like us would even notice . . . I'm waiting for some of the hot little chicks at the corner grocery store to start asking me if I want the discount - that'll be about the end for me . . . .
