Today was a Day of Significance. A minor milestone. Today marks the first time I used my senior discount at Publix, the local superdupermarket.
Saved me a whole $2.90, it did - five per centum of my total purchase. Whoop-de-fucking-do.
The sweet thing? All I had to do to earn it was to survive unto the age of sixty. I guess it’s one of the little perks that comes with being, ahhh, a little bit closer to death.
The not-so-sweet thing? Damned cashier didn’t even ask for proof of age. It was Wednesday - Old-People-Buying-Food-Day - and so she just assumed.