We went out to dinner last night… it was one of those salad places where you go down the line and build your own salads. I reached the register first and had my 5 year old and 3 year old standing next to me. My husband had my oldest (8) with him and they were still getting the last few things on their salad.
I told the cashier that we had 2 adults and rattled off the kids ages… then she asked me…
“Do you have a senior discount?”
WHAT?!?!?
Hello – I’m 37 – do I really look like I’m even CLOSE to 60? I don’t think so…
It’s kind of a silly joke between my hubby and I – usually people think we are younger than we are… but, although hubby is a year older than me, they always think he is youngest… like 10 years younger! When we were in Puerto Vallarta a few years back – the people there all thought we were in our early twenties (okay, we were in our twenties – but, I think I was 26 and my hubby 27). They were positive my hubby was 22! And it happens everywhere…
But, I couldn’t believe this lady asked if I wanted the senior discount. When we got to the booth I was going off a bit to my hubby – “the nerve… blah, blah, blah…”… and of course, he knew just what to say…
“Honey, she never even looked up at you! If she had she would have thought you were 28 
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