ihop...
this morning, i was killing time while my car was being repaired. i was getting a new tire at tires plus, and a new exhaust at midas, compliments of a bad stretch of road south of slater a few nights ago. i rode my bike just down the road to ihop, after learning the car would be done in less than ah hour, rather than the all day i'd expected. i went in, wanting breakfast. the place was packed with what even i refer to as "old folks." it was 900 am.
pouring a cup of coffee from my $1.69 "bottomless cup," i scanned the menu. everything came with pancakes. EVERYTHING. so i looked at the senior menu: gotta be 55 or older to order, and i really wanted just two eggs, sausages, hashbrowns and toast. i dug out my usa cycling license, verifying that this year i would be 55, and therefore, "eligible" to order from the menu, as long as the waitress didn't look too closely at the license.she didn't even question me; she just took my order.
i've been 50 nearly five years, and i STILL don't accept it.
this is not pretty, folks.
4 comments:
ahhhh. Your old.
Nice grammar, twit.
Try: Har Har, you are old!
It's not "Your old" as in Your old VW.
Ah, the young and stupid making fun of their elders.
As one who turns 53 this year, I feel your pain, brother...
i will say, though, that i DO enjoy the benefits of senior discounts at local theaters for matinees.
the only thing that bugs me, however, is the high-pitched whine and feedback of hearing aids.
that, and the frequent "huhs?" that one hears.
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