Yesterday we went to the special pharmacy where E’s medications from the St. Paul’s transplant clinic are distributed. We get three month’s supply at a time. The parking lot was pretty full but there was a space available set aside for “senior citizens”. E says, “I’m almost a senior. I could park there.” I said “no!” Despite the obvious ethical reasons, and that I knew he was only joking, I felt it necessary to reiterate that I am too young to be married to a senior citizen.
Then we went to the bulk barn to buy ingredients for Christmas baking. (Stick with me, there is a point to the story)
I am quite aware that we are usually just the two of us, my children are old enough to do their own baking and that we aren’t supposed to be eating Christmas goodies. But I bake anyways. I like to. I will take the treats to Vancouver at Christmas time. Someone will eat them.
When we went to pay the cashier at the bulk barn, she asked if we were eligible for the senior rate. 10% off on Wednesdays, she said. I replied “yes, absolutely, we are seniors.” Apparently my thrift overrides my honesty as well as my vanity because I was very pleased with the $8.00 savings.
Next stop was for my haircut and the main reason why I thought I should mention the pharmacy parking lot and the bulk barn.
E had gone off to Costco while I had my hair cut. When I was finished at the hairdressers I texted him that I would wait for him in the London Drugs. He texted back that he would just be two minutes… So, I walked to the other end of the mall, past the London Drugs and straight out to the parking lot. It was cold out there and no sign yet of E. So I moved out on the median in the sunshine. I thought he wouldn’t even need to park to pick me up.
Minutes pass with no E. I zip my coat up higher and pull the attached hat over my newly shorn head. He texted me again… “where are you?”I texted back. “I’m outside the London Drugs.” Then I clarified, texting “on the sushi side.” More minutes pass. I was getting colder so turned my back to the wind only to see E directly behind me with his back to me, texting what I can only assume was “No you aren’t, cause I am here and you are not.”
We were three feet apart, with our backs to each other conversing by text that we couldn’t find each other.
I’m fairly certain that even if we don’t yet qualify for the seniors discount in actual years, those days are closer than we
like to think.
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Too funny! FYI: 60 is considered a senior at the Bay – 15% off on the 1st Tuesday of every month, although for the month of December it’s every Tuesday. Maybe you weren’t telling a fib after all. 😉
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A dollar store once asked if i was a senior. I was 55 . I never went back to that store again. How dare they????????
I love!!! And I must add…you are not alone feeling that way! 😳
But we are so young! How could this be?