Friday, May. 23, 2008
Thursday I turned 57. The spousal unit and I put off celebrating until today because the daughter is coming home for the weekend. Always more fun with the spawn in attendance.
Fifty-seven is kind of a wimpy age, really. You have all the inconveniences of aging, but you don't get the senior citizen discount.
Oh, how I covet the senior citizen discount.
Believe me, I am not joking.
The year I turn 60 businesses will fall over themselves to give me stuff. My bank will wipe out all service charges. All service charges. After May 22, 2011 I plan to use my debit card at least 53 times a day because I won't have to pay $.40 every time I use it.
Yesterday I was on the Via Rail web site booking a train trip back to my home town this summer to celebrate my stepmother's 80th birthday. I went mental over the discounts and perks that come with turning 60. Not only is the travel rate cheaper, there are options for your partner to travel with you at discounts that range from half price to FREE.
The word free makes me feel tingly.
Alas, I'm in that twilight zone where I am stupidly old, but not stupidly old enough for businesses give me stuff or discounts simply because I am stupidly old.
It's hard not to be bitter.
Just three more years and The Senior Citizen Discount will be MINE. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I am probably the only woman on the planet who actually wants to be 60.
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