Si, Si, Senior!

I had lunch at Taco Bell yesterday.

Not my most favorite of Mexican restaurants, but it's near work and I can pay with my debit card. (Mighty Taco is Taco Bell done right!)

I ordered a Taco Salad and a Small Pepsi. Can you see the additional item on the receipt that I didn't order? Hint: I put a box around it.

Yeah, I just turned 49 last week. But the sad thing is, I've been getting the Senior Discount, sporadically, for years, now. The frequency of issuance has increased recently, that's all. If I consistently buttoned up the top button of my shirt and used a walker as a prop I could probably get this courtesy 100% of the time. I'm working on the following rap, to be delivered in a distracted, halting monotone:

"Oh, you know my grand-daughter works at McDonalds, too. Or is it Kinkos? Any way, she works somewhere. She's a nice kid, like you. You don't have any tattoos, do you? Kids these days. She wants to get one, but her Mom won't let her. Good for her! (Ad Lib ad infinitum...)"

BTW, the Fantastic Sam's that does my haircuts gives me the $6.00 "Bald Man's Special." I kid you not, that's how it rings up!