Okay, now  I’m pissed.
Went to have lunch yesterday at a place called Ryan’s Family Steakhouse.  Nice place, friendly folks, decent enough food (get the fried chicken).
Placed my order with the cashier.  The ditzy sort, but competent enough.
Until she asked me – and I swear to Cthulu I’m not making this up – if I wanted the senior discount.
    
Just For Men© is about to get a new customer investor…
Grrrrrrrrr.
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8 responses to “Snarl.”
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And you’re just a few years younger than I am…
Oh no, Spats!
I color and highlight my hair, and it is well worth it!
You are also younger, and have more hair than I do, so just don’t feel sorry for you! 😉
Another way to know you’re getting old is when you have to card the person at the checkout when you are buying booze…
There are Ryan’s in Michigan. I miss them sometimes.
“…what a drag it is getting old!”
I still remember the firt time I got that. I was 41.
damn.
If getting older requires no effort at all except to continue breathing, why is it so hard getting older?
Hang on, Spats–you graduated two years before I did, & she asked you that?!
Guess I’ll keep my hair long. It’s either that or the scowl that keeps waitresses from asking me that.