Driving through Indiana yesterday, we stopped for gas. Already stopped, and it being still early, I slipped into McDonald's for a cup of coffee. (Note: Indiana, early, stopping for gas. This is not my first choice for a cup of coffee.)
The young boy who rang me up (could he really have been only 12 years old, as he looked?) said, "a dollar nine, please. No, oh, wait." His fingers flew on the cash register face like he was texting. The screen changed, and he said, "that will be 39 cent."
"Whoa!" I replied. "How did that happen?"
"Senior discount." A blank stare from me, mouth agape. "I'm not saying you're old."
Funny thing is, yes I am 55. But this is the first time I've been offered a senior discount, no questions asked.
Drove off singing Paul Simon ...