I had just hefted two fifty pound bags of chicken grain into the cart and wheeled up to the checkout. I ordered the 14 gauge welded wire fencing to make a roof for our chicken pen and pulled out my card to pay. The pleasant D&B Supply cashier turned to me and asked, “Do you want the senior discount?” This is the first time this has ever happened to me.
To be honest, I was confused. Then I thought, they must offer senior discounts to very young people these days. I scrambled inside my head a moment to try to recall how old I actually am. Let’s see, this morning I ran 4 miles of speed work, some of it barefoot on asphalt, in 37 degrees. I must be 20 something. No, wait! I have seven children and the oldest is 30. I might be older than I think.
The poor cashier. I think I may have looked up from my wallet rather sternly. I didn’t mean to look mad. I just thought she was out of her mind. I said, “No, thank you” in what probably came across as a severely corrective tone, but was more along the lines of ‘what kind of a game are you playing with me?’ Reviewing the facts, maybe it’s me who is crazy. I AM nearly 52.
I color my hair, though. That’s supposed to be this miracle of youth. I do it so that I will look as good as my good friend who is a couple of years older than me and is still an original brunette! Should I ask for my money back?
Of course, all of this really happened in a matter of seconds. The cashier was nearly simultaneously turning back to the coin drawer, while shaking her head and answering her own question with a “no”, containing intonations of, “obviously not.” We parted on friendly terms, as far as I know.
On my way to the car, my pride discussed the situation with my frugality. Does any self-respecting woman ever admit to being eligible for a senior discount? Can I just get the same 10% discount by planning my shopping carefully for other sale days, thus never showing my identification? Do I need a t-shirt that says, “I dare you to ask if I’m a senior?”
When I got home, I carried a 50 pound bag on my shoulder up the long driveway just to make a point. (I usually let the kids do it for me….) The shoulder with nerve damage complained a little, but I told it to shut up. Once in the house, I found my reading glasses and looked into the D&B Supply discount for seniors.
It seems that every Tuesday, anyone over the age of 60 gets 10% off of almost any purchases at the regular price. I have a few years to decide whether or not I’ll let them give me a “senior” discount. Meanwhile, maybe I need a bracelet so I can check my own age, should the need arise. It will need to be in large print.
Gail says:
Love it! And I love getting the senior discount. It means that we have lived a long time. Good for us! 🙂
lauraimprovises says:
Yes, that’s a good way to think of it. Recognition of survival!
Farmersdaughter says:
I loved this. As a backup cashier at D & B it is a sometimes a slippery slope asking if someone is old enough to get the discount. As I am a few years past the 60 mark I have a hard time telling. I think, do they look as old as me. Sometimes I guess wrong and don’t give the customer the discount when they want it. It is never meant to be offensive and on the whole our customers are great about it.
lauraimprovises says:
Thanks! Yes, I can definitely see how it would be challenging for the cashiers. I know that sometimes when I look in the mirror it is startling, because I have forgotten that I’ve aged! 🙂
Anemone Flynn says:
People just recently stopped carding me for alcohol purchases … I always want to ask them, “Wait, what if I’m not old enough? Won’t you get in trouble?” 😀
lauraimprovises says:
Just wait until they start laughing and saying something about obviously not needing ID. They always think it’s real funny… but, what am I going to do? argue? *grimace*
SARAH says:
I am trying to laugh and feel empathy for you (It hits HOME!). My formerly blonde hair is now ‘naturally quite platinum’. I like shopping where they KNOW I am ‘a senior’ because I really HATE having to ask for the senior discount! Or worse, hearing, “I already gave it to you.” 🙂 (I do realize I am too ‘far gone’ to ride my BIKE, though, to pick up CHICKEN FEED.
(What was I thinking?)
lauraimprovises says:
Maybe you need a cart on the back of your bike? 🙂
Timmers says:
After the clerk asked me that, I was vaguely aware that she was still talking but all I could hear was a roaring wind. As she turned to me and waited for my response I could only apologize, “I’m sorry. No one has ever asked me that before and I am in a transition right now, unable to respond.”