Last Tuesday I took Alfie to the movies. You don’t have to get too dressed up to see a movie, I mean, it is dark in there so it’s not like anyone will be looking at you but I did put in some effort and I was wearing make-up, a smart jacket and shoes with a heel. We saw Man of Steel. Yes, it’s good but it’s also too long. Too long by about half an hour and I kept thinking it was about to wrap up but no, there were at least another thousand and one buildings to be blown up.
Having entered the theatre in the afternoon sunshine, we walked out into the black of night. And it was dinnertime. Now we’d have to go home via the supermarket to pick up some emergency supplies so I could put dinner on the table. To make the trip more speedy I dropped Alfie at his father’s office so he could play on the i-pad while I whizzed around child-free.
In five minutes I had everything I needed to put together a simple meal. I rushed to the check-out and emptied my basket onto the counter. I was busy collecting my packed groceries when the male check-out person said, ‘Have you got your senior’s card?’
I stopped and stood absolutely still. Had I heard right? I said, ‘I beg your pardon?’
He looked at me and said again, ‘Have you got your senior’s card?’
To qualify for a ‘senior’s card’ you have to be over 60. On Tuesdays this local supermarket offers the ‘seniors’ 10% discount if they present their senior’s card. Even though I’d only bought about $30 of stuff, this man didn’t want me to miss my $3.00 discount. And I know I can look bad on a really bad day but I thought I was looking pretty smart with my lipstick, jacket and shoes with a heel.
I glared back at him and said, ‘I’m not old enough for a senior’s card; I have to wait about another 15 years. They don’t give it to you just because you look old’.
And he tried to recover from his double faux pas by saying, ‘Oh, it’s just a habit. I ask everyone out of habit’.
Nuh, not feeling it. Not feeling like that took the sting out of that double blow one little bit.
I’m thinking I should avoid supermarket shopping and just buy everything on-line. Because it was at the same supermarket where I was offered a membership to an over-50’s gym and I was shopping with Alfie in another supermarket when someone asked me if he was my grandson.
Good things do not come in three’s.
I’m currently down in the country town of Mittagong having a few days rest. Here’s hoping the country air takes a few years off me. Who knows, I might look like I’m in my mid-50’s by the time I get back to Sydney.
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