Frank and Ernest by Thaves for January 07, 2022

Be proud of your age. You earned every wrinkle and pound through hard work.

I should start lying about being 65, then I can get discounted stuff!

When I was 51 a teenage clerk at a fast food gave me a senior citizen discount without asking my age. I was going gray, but still, that stung a little.

I got carded on my 40th birthday. Bless that clerk! Now, I don’t mind admitting my age. 63 in June, almost to the discounts :) Hubs will be 45 next month!

You might be perceived as being young (or at least younger) if you don’t “act your age”.

And you don’t look a day over 80! Uh, 90?

70 is the new 50.

“I find it much easier to just lie about my age.”

And say you’re older than you actually are?

Most clerks take one look at me and talk louder. :} )

I find that exercising makes me feel younger. It is so ingrained into my psyche that I feel ‘off’ when I don’t exercise or stretch.

Or fliers for hearing aids appear monthly in the mail. Talk about preconceptions based on age alone!

I tell people I’m older than I am. I get so many compliments on how good I look for my age.

My doctor says my body is younger than my birth certificate says I am. As far as I am concerned that is all that counts.

I try to remember (itself an increasingly difficult task) to ask about senior discounts at all businesses. Hey, it can’t hurt.

Most people don’t think I’m as old as I am until they hear me stand up.

Once you go over 65, marketers assume you have no brains left, and the deluge in the mailbox for great deals gets bulky. Been that way for years (won’t say how many). Pandemic hasn’t stopped it.

Beats being dead, though… (:

Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, “Holy cow…What a ride!”

I always believed that color doesn’t hurt the operation. But, when I was about 40, a teen check out clerk at the grocery store asked if we had taken classes together… 10th grade was the happiest 8 years of my life.