I am now officially a Senior Citizen.
(I still can’t say or think that without giggling.)
Dan tried to tell me I was considered a senior at age 50, since AARP membership is available then. I told him phooey, since all AARP was trying to do is boost their membership.
I realized I had met this status at a Perkins restaurant. The senior menu is for folks aged 55 and older.
And then I realized that other restaurants have the same standard- age 55 is the Year of Cheaper Eating.
I don’t find this revelation depressing; I find it hilarious! I mean, me, old enough to eat reduced portions at a discount, and old enough to join a senior citizen center. It just seems funny.
I don’t feel like a senior citizen. I’m not sure if I look like a senior citizen. But here I am, poised to take advantage of all the good things in old age.
What’s even funnier is at that Perkins restaurant I listened to the muzak and giggled more. It was mid-afternoon, and most of the people in the restaurant appeared to be my age or older.
The first song was from the group Yes. Next was a song from Emerson, Lake and Palmer. The third song was from the group Bread.
O. M. G. Music from the 70’s is now Old People muzak.
I asked the waitress if she knew what the songs and groups were. She didn’t, but knew she had heard them before..... and added, “my parents like songs like that.”
Hee hee, I’m a senior. And it’s the funniest thing I’ve realized in a long while....