Mike Rainone / Hammertime
I love being a senior, and even if I do get a little frazzled sometimes when things get too complicated. I make notes every morning to remember what I have to do, life is great. Whatever the case, it is fun to try and keep up with the 20th century, and if we have a problem, our grandchildren will always help us out.
Some of my ‘younger’ relatives and friends quite often send me emails to remind me how old I am and that I may be slowing down just a little, so I just have to pass this one on to all of you, just in case you may have the odd bad day.
A very frustrating day
$5.37! That’s what the kid behind the counter at the popular fast food restaurant said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint, two dimes, and something that used to be a Lifesaver. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back to the truck to grab some more change when this kid with the Elmo hairdo uttered the worst thing that anyone has ever said to me: “It’s OK I’ll just give you the senior citizen’s discount!”
I turned to see who he was talking to, and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. “Only $4.68,” he said cheerfully. I then stood there stupefied! I am 56, not even 60 yet, a mere child, and certainly not a senior citizen. I finally took my food and walked out to the truck, wondering what was wrong with Elmo. Was he blind?
As I sat and stewed in the truck, my blood began to boil. Old? Me? I’ll show him I thought as I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was again, waiting with a big smile. Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted. What am I now, a toddler?
“Dude!” You can’t get too far without your car keys, eh?” I stared with utter disdain at the keys, and then began to rationalize in my mind. Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly and it could happen to anyone, couldn’t it? Quickly I turned and headed back to the truck, slipping the key into the ignition, but for some reason it wouldn’t turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried again, but still nothing. That’s when I noticed the purple beads hanging from the rear view mirror, of which I certainly wouldn’t dare have hanging on mine. Then, a few other objects came into focus, including the baby seat in the back, Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard, and a partially eaten doughnut on the dashboard.
Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, totally relieved to be leaving this most nightmarish stop in my life! That is when I suddenly felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach — hunger pains. My stomach growled and churned, so I reached to grab my coffee, only to discover that it was nowhere to be found.
Now in total panic I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and boldly strode back into that same restaurant one final time. As Elmo stood there, draped in youth and black nail polish, all I could think was, “What is this world coming to?” All I could utter was, “Did I leave my food and drink in here?”
Elmo had no clue, but as I was walking back out to the truck, a young lad suddenly came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag, and then his mother quietly explained, “I think you left this in my truck by mistake.” As I was taking the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologizing, the lady offered these kind words: “It’s OK, my grandfather does stuff like this all the time!
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 50 km/h zone. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Prius, and no, I told the officer, I’m not too old to be driving this fast. Back at home, I promptly sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blankey, thinking that the only good news was that I had successfully found my way home, and that we need to save the Earth, as it’s the only planet with beer.
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