Guess What I Got?

 

Have you ever signed up for something online and 

been asked the year you were born?  

You start scrolling backwards... and gotta go further...

and further... and good grief... it startles you for a moment 

how dadgum old you actually are?  

Hello 1960's. 

In much that same way I was recently startled 

getting my hair trimmed.  

I was fumbling in my bag to find  my wallet and the 

sweet young girl who cut my hair tried to ask me something.

Bless her heart she was tripping all over her tongue... stammering...

Her:  Um.... ahhh... Maam.... are you..... um..... are you.....

are you.... anywhere near ..... (she just went for it then...)

retirement age????  

Big eyeballs. (hers... then she was met with  mine)

me:  Whatttt???  I wonder how come she needs to know that? 

I could feel my one goofy  higher eyebrow raising... even higher... 

She looked scared.  

Her again:  Ummm.... Are you.... any where ...like ...  close .... to being a senior?

That's when I started stammering around too.... and I could feel my pits start to sweat.

Old ticker also starting to thump. ( sarcasm*)

Me:   "Wayyyyyll.... I'm gettin close I guess...but not quite there!" Phrew ... it was over.  -Wrong!

She persisted.... "Are you.... like... um.... 55 yet?" 

me:  Ahhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss.  Yesssss  i am.   

She smiles... "Okay good then... coz you qualify for our senior citizen discount!" 

me:  Is that a fact?  Well I had noooooooooo idea.  

Yep... ya'll I got my very first senior citizen discount. 

Two bucks off.  

When I told Myguy... he laughed and laughed at me.   

me:  Glad you find that so freakin funny old man.

We are senior citizens to the hair place!!!!!!!!  

For a split second I wanted to go buy another box of Clairol Nutmeg but I know

that would never  cover up the truth of the matter.  

Just gettin older... 

I thought I'd embraced it all for the most part  but hearing it labeled out loud as 

senior citizen... yeah.. that was really really really weird.  

Then  this Tuesday our oldest son shared a photo of himself after voting 

and he was shocked at realizing all his gray hair and the gray in his big beard. 

I smiled as I read about it... and must echo this quote:

Do not regret 

growing older.

It's a privilege 

denied to many.

(unknown)

So much wisdom in those words.  

So.... it was another first. 

I can laugh about it now... and hopefully 

the next one will be met with gratitude instead of 

  attitude.  

Until we meet again,

God willing

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