Dear Friends,
A decade ago, my friends and I went to see Calendar Girls. Since the movie was about audacious older women, we thought it would be fun to pretend to be senior citizens! The fact that the teenager at the box-office didn't protest, made us giggle all the way to our seats, wondering what was worse, being found out, or being accepted as oldies!
I'm not exactly sure how and when the ten-year-old prank caught up to me. I'm still not used to being called "ma'am," or every so often, being offered a seat on the bus or on the train. Whenever merchants ask me whether I'm a senior, I object profusely.
While I wear glasses, I must not see myself very well. The other day, a colleague who was coming toward me, mimicked my walk. He looked scandalously appalling! Instantly, I closed my legs, straightened my back and pushed my bosoms forward.
"Shame on you Lili!" I said to myself. However, my newly old posture lasted only for a few minutes. As soon as the man in question was out of sight, I started waddling again, shifting my weight from one flat sandal to another, as if carrying a ton of bricks under each arm.
Yesterday afternoon, at the pharmacy, once again in flats, dressed in oversized, overpriced linen pants and shirt, I witnessed my bill go from thirty-six to twenty-eight dollars.
"It's Seniors' Day!" The cashier reacted to my puzzled look, ever so enthusiastically.
I opened my mouth to set her straight, but then decided to get over myself, and stop fighting the obvious! I look like a senior, I walk like a senior and I act like a senior, (always poopooing technology)!
From now on, I'll simply take advantage of my prematurity and welcome the savings.
If you can't beat them, join them! Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed today?
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