The past couple of years have been pretty rough around here. Don’t get me wrong, we are grateful for so much and so many but well, rough is rough. we have had a prowler since December of 2010 and he just doesn’t seem to want to let up and the local law agency is not much help…and therefore want to blame it on us or the neighbors. But, that isn’t the story for today, it will however be coming soon…when I am at liberty to say all that I want to say about it. Today is about the effects of it all.
Now, when you have crazy situations going on in your life it takes a toll on you. Emotionally, mentally and physically. And that all came to head for me recently. I was out and about and we stopped in at a Zaxby’s. I went to the counter and a young man greeted me and ask me for my order. I gave him my order and then… and then..
Oh, I just get tore up even thinking about it.
…he had the gall to ask me if I was eligible for THE SENIOR DISCOUNT.
I wanted to die. I wanted to ball up in a fetal position and lay in the floor. I wanted to cry. Right then. Right there.
(cue the creepy doom music made with Sibelius 6 plays)
I was just floored…and speechless. I mean what do you say? In my mind I am still young. I mean really, 42 is young right? And their senior discount is for 50 and over. I still have 8 years to go. Surely I don’t look that old. I mean I know I have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I know I have little worry lines here and there. But do I really LOOK 50?
And then, as my thought process went on and on, over and over this whole ordeal I realized:
OhhhMyStinkinHeck!! I ONLY have 8 years to go before I am ELIGIBLE for the senior discount. What happened to being 30? That was just yesterday. And 20 was only the day before that. I am not kidding…don’t you laugh!
I really have to go. You will find me in a fetal position in the middle of the floor. I might be there awhile.