Silly Saturday~Just For Us “Seniors”?

$5.37!  That’s what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bell said to me.
I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and something that used to be a Jolly Rancher.
Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to grab some change when the kid with the Elmo hairdo said the hardest thing anyone has ever said to me.  
He said, “It’s OK. I’ll just give you the senior citizen discount.”  I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me .  “Only $4.68 ” he said cheerfully. 

I stood there stupefied.   I am 56, not even 60 yet?  A mere child!  Senior citizen?

I took my burritos and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind?
As I sat in the truck, my blood began to boil .  Old?  Me?  I’ll show him, I thought.  
I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me,
like I could be that easily distracted!  What am I now?  A toddler?  
“Dude! Can’t get too far without your car keys, eh?”  I stared with utter disdain at the keys.
I began to rationalize in my mind!  “Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly!
It could happen to anyone!”

I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn’t turn.
What now?  I checked my keys and tried another.  Still nothing. That’s when I noticed
the purple beads hanging from my rear view mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my
rear view mirror. Then, a few other objects came into focus: The car seat in the back seat.
Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard.  A partially eaten dough nut on the dashboard.  
Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba , I flew out of the alien vehicle.

Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.  That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger!  My stomach growled and churned,
and I reached to grab my burritos, only it was nowhere to be found.
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time.
There Elmo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, “What is the world coming to?”
All I could say was, “Did I leave my food and drink in here”?  At this point I was ready to ask a
Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security benefits.
Elmo had no clue.

I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans
to get my attention.  He was holding up a drink and a bag.  His mother explained, “I think you left this
in my truck by mistake.”   I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.  
She offered these kind words:
“It’s OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time.”

All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40 mph zone.  Yes, I was racing some punk
kid in a Toyota Prius. And no, I told the officer, I’m not too old to be driving this fast. 
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall.  I handed her a bag of cold food
and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blanket.
The good news was that I had successfully found my way home.

Notice the larger type?  That’s for those of us who have trouble reading.

10 comments on “Silly Saturday~Just For Us “Seniors”?

  1. Stephanie is this your blog? I didn’t realise you had another one.
    This was brilliant. However, even though my documents say I am 76 (77 this year but we won’t mention that) I refuse to use the “O” word. I am NOT – – -!

  2. This is too funny! I can so relate…someday I will have to write about today’s call to Social Security to have someone explain a letter I got from them about my soon to be Medicare deduction. Yeah, I am that old.

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