Sunday, January 01, 2006

Three Words that Changed my Life

Last year was not a good one for me. The final indignity was heaped on my shoulders last week when I stopped for lunch at a Great American Steak and Buffet. I walked in and the waitress said three words that brought my world tumbling down around me. "One senior buffet?" This was the first time in my life that anyone had even asked if I were a senior (over 55). The shock, consternation, amazement, fear and about two dozen other mixed emotions must have shown in my face, because she laughed and patted my shoulder as she led me to a booth. She treated me so well (for a senior citizen) that I doubled her tip. Sigh. Maybe I should start yoga. I'd rather pay full price than be recognized as a senior.

5 comments:

Mark said...

LOL! I wrote in one of my recent posts, that the guy at Wendy's told me he gave me the senior citizens discount without even asking if I was old enough!

Welcome to the club! (I turned 54 on Dec. 5th)

By the way, I just read the posts that you provided links to over at my place, and I agree. They are some of your best.

Did you really once wander into the path of a charging Bison? I'd love to hear that story.

Lone Ranger said...

Yeah, comes with the territory when you grow up in the Dakotas. We moved around a lot because my dad was a welder and pipefitter involved in building the northern tier missile silos. I spent most of my days hiking and exploring, because there were no video games back then and TV was something that one watched maybe two hours a day. One day, I was familiarizing myself with a new town (Boxelder, ND) and walked across a field owned by a buffalo rancher. Next thing I knew, I was being charged by what looked like a hairy locomotive. I think I broke the land speed record and the high jumping record for vaulting over a barbed wire fence that day. I was 11. Did the Guiness Book of Records exist in 1960? Just one of the many times in my youth that I walked through the valley of death.

Kobayashi Maru said...

The holy grail is to get the senior discount from one waitress and get carded by another. Either way, it sounds like a clever way to increase tippage.
Happy New Year.

tugboatcapn said...

Well, LR, I am 39, and I still get carded for cigarettes and adult beverages...

It's annoying, to say the least.

Look at the bright side, old man...
At least you have instant credibility. When you look young, nobody believes that you know what you are talking about. :)

Lone Ranger said...

When I first got into broadcasting at the age of 24, my boss refused to put me on TV because he said nobody would believe the news read by a 16-year-old. At the age of 56, I still don't have gray hair. I still HAVE hair! Maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe I just got some kind of age-guessing, weight-estimating psychic waitress. She should work at a carnival.