Aay?

Yesterday, the girl at the checkout counter in the supermarket asked me if I wanted the Senior Discount.

You bet I do.

I went home and looked in the mirror. Who me? I don't look any different...than someone approaching 60, I guess.

Except I'm not. In fact I was still getting carded, CARDED at 48.

I made her guess my age. For a couple of minutes she went through the routine of pretending not to hear, making me repeat everything, just to wear me down and have a little fun.

She said, "see, I was close." So what was the discount? After more repeating, she finally said it was 10%. Whew, 62 here I come!

And I'll get back to her once I find out if they discount haircuts to girls under 17.