The other morning as I woke up, a strange bright light edged it’s way around the window shade…it was the sun and it was actually rising without a drop of rain in sight. I yawned, I stretched, I was ready to face the day.
After making the bed and taking a fast shower, I sat down with a quick cup of tea and checked my ‘to do’ list. All my errands were in the local area…all except one. My friend Anne was celebrating a birthday in a few days and her present had to be mailed no later than the next day. I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting her but it meant that I had to drive quite a few miles to a specialty store. The price you pay for living ‘out in the boonies’ as my son would say.
Well it was a lovely day, a good day for a ride, and my dog Lucy knew it too as she danced around my legs practically causing me to fall on my face! So after a couple of chores around the house, we headed for civilization!
Driving down the mountain, in the glorious sunshine, I couldn’t help myself and I started singing ‘Oh What a Beautiful Morning’. I glanced at Lucy…and if I didn’t know better; I swear she was trying to stick her paws in her ears!
Traffic was moving along and we made it to the store in good time and as I turned the corner a parking spot opened up practically outside the door. What a great day this was!
I entered the store and was warmly welcomed by the sales clerk, and with a smile she informed me that they were having a one day, 20% off everything sale…and it was today! My timing is never this good!
Wandering the aisles, I was enjoying the music playing in the background…Fats Domino was singing ‘Blueberry Hill’, and I sang along, in my head. I love ‘oldies’, maybe because I know the lyrics to most of the songs.
As I set my friend’s gift on the counter, The Platters sang, ‘Only You’.
“Is that a radio station or a CD?” I asked.
“It’s a CD, we sell them here, they’re over there on the shelf, and they are 20% off today!” she said without taking a breath. Then she added, “My Grandmother likes all that ancient music too.”
“It’s not ancient, it’s classic oldies.” I smiled, defending Bobby Vinton singing ‘Blue Velvet’.
“Whatever,” she responded, with a little snippiness in her voice.
“It’s a CD, we sell them here, they’re over there on the shelf, and they are 20% off today!” she said without taking a breath. Then she added, “My Grandmother likes all that ancient music too.”
“It’s not ancient, it’s classic oldies.” I smiled, defending Bobby Vinton singing ‘Blue Velvet’.
“Whatever,” she responded, with a little snippiness in her voice.
She rang up my purchase, put the receipt in the bag, and announced, “You can’t have the Senior Citizen discount with the 20% off.”
Her remark took me off guard; I didn’t expect a Senior discount having already read the sign on the counter stating; ‘Over 70? Ask about our Senior Citizen Discount’. I left the store feeling somewhat dejected, I know I don’t look 70, several of my friends, will tell you I don’t look 60! It was such a lovely day when I woke up, and within a couple of hours… I became a grandmotherly senior citizen rocking to ancient music!
The way my day had turned, I totally expected it to start raining at any moment!
13 comments:
Oh, gosh...! You should have boxed her ears...! What are they going to do -- arrest a senior citizen?
You DO NOT look your age. You look more than a decade younger.
I hope you have a better day today. :-)
That clerk needs to meet Aretha Franklin and get a course in RESPECT.
Her attitude needs a proper adjustment. I bet her "ancient" grandmother would have a word or two for her.
Cheer up. You are still young with excellent musical taste.
Sorry, but that is so funny! She was just a younster/right?
Anyway,,I find myself singing Oh What A Beautiful Morning, when I am mowing, and I really mean it! Life Is Good!
Oh how I wish for the good old days when it was OK to feel offended for "looking 70". Enjoy your indignation.
Now me, since I am 70 and look 80, I am so very flattered when they tell me that. It is all a matter of perspective.
To that sweet young thing, anything over 40 probably qualified for senior citizen.
As I tried to stay up late enough to watch the History Channel's special on Woodstock last night (yes, I did go to "music" festivals back then) and before I caved in and turned off the light, I was transported back to a time when our music was THE music and our parents thought it was loud and disgusting. We listen to all kinds of stuff now, from classical to "oldies" but "Only You" only reminds me of girlfriends as does most anything by Frankie Valle. Senior Citizen discounts just do not seem to fit. Ever. And we've gotten some at movies without asking or seeking. Disgusting! I can get really nostalgic if I hear the song Johnny Angel, but that does take us back a few years. I like your blog and thank you so much for visiting Tampa Bay Daily Photo. Please visit Tampa Daily Photo for my regular, City Daily Photo posting...and more normal photos and ramblings.
Ah Sunny I know how you feel. I rage inside when the bus driver accepts my senior citizen bus pass without throwing his arms in the air and shouting "how dare you pass yourself off as a pensioner!" Anyway, I am not getting older, its just that everyone else is getting younger.
Oh, what can we do?
I always say, "I don't care what you say, I know I look good for a woman who is 95!" That always gets a shocked look and then they laugh. I hope you still found joy in the day even though that munchkin attempted to rain on your parade!
I love coming in here in the morning, you always make me smile!
Dont listen to young people like that. If she was very young I guess she thinks 40 is really ooooooold!! ;o)
Isn't Life Priceless? those everyday, unexpected moments that take us Up and then down. I loved this story. On Sept 5th I will be Medicare Age, 65. I can relate. thanks for the morning laugh. Turn those moments into humor and Live Life. You have a true gift for story telling.
I can understand how you feel -- clerks no longer ask if I qualify for the senior discount. And on a musical note, our local Kroger store plays Big Band music on Senior Discount Days. I for one appreciate that.
64 here Sunny and I so enjoyed your little experience with that silly young girl...it's the little things that make us so aware...hey I'm in my 60's.
Hi Sunny~
Thanks for your visit and very true comment.:)
I sure could relate to your earlier post about looking for your glasses. In addition to looking, I'm always patting my head or my chest to see of they're on top of my head or tucked into my shirt/top. I must look ridiculous!
Too funny!
Greetings, Sunny!
I, too, remember those good ole' day's of Rock & Roll of the 60's. That young lady should be introduced to some of our music from back then. We lived in the greatest time of Rock & Roll. I will always love that music. It will never grow old for me. I'm always looking for my reading glasses. I forget where I put them. Guess I should keep them where I know where they are . . . on my face! Then I won't have that problem. LOL!
Stay well.
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