"Would you like to have the senior discount applied?" asked the rosy cheeked eighteen year old behind the counter.
Let's pause and roll back.
I had to make a quick trip to Walgreens. Normally I would head for Target - much more fun to shop at Target. Better prices too. But, I digress. So there I am in the check out line. There are five people behind me. I am wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a big puffy jacket. It's minus something or other outside. My makeup is on nicely. My hair is messy-wavy-curly - it is also silver, white and black depending on where you look. This hair-thing was not a voluntary decision -it was the result of a pretty icky allergy that threatened to kill me.
I quickly concluded that if my hair were brown - or even blonde - this girl would not have asked me this question.
I looked up from wrestling with my wallet and stared at her for a few seconds while I gathered my composure. "So, " I asked, "was it the hair? Did you ask me because of my hair?" She was stunned, flustered. "Um um, " she struggled, "um no Ma'am (ma'am????) I sort of ask everyone.". I looked down the line behind me and spotted a thirtyish brunette talking to her cell phone. I pointed and said, "Will you ask her? "Probably not, " the young woman replied. I smiled - not a friendly smile. More like sinister, "Then , sure I'll take the discount."
I guess all that qualifies me as a mean old lady.
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