I went into the Corner Bakery up the street to buy
some pastries for my book group and they
gave me the “Senior Discount.” I didn’t even have to ask.
Do I really look that old.
Do I dare to eat a peach.
Shall I wear my trousers rolled.
Years ago I used to call the “senior discount” the “young person surcharge.” Since giving a discount to one group has the same effect as charging more to another group.
Old People have a disproportionate amount of the wealth in our society and we get discounts without even having to ask. What a great country.