The Same Old Story
I was in a shop the other day and when I got to the cash desk to pay (as opposed to sticking the item under my shirt and legging it out the door), the cashier said “You get the seniors’ discount today.” I turned around assuming he was talking to some old bag who was standing behind me and was horrified, nay OUTRAGED, to discover that HE WAS TALKING TO ME!!! The NERVE! I WAS THE OLD BAG!!! In a pathetic attempt to save face, I said “No thanks. I’m 35.” Well, it took me about an hour to finally pay him because his co-workers had to lift him off the floor where he had fallen in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Now, in my Irish days I’d have been over that counter in a trice and beaten the living snot out of him and left him in a semi-conscious state, never again to utter those immortal words “You get the seniors’ discount today." In fact, I’d have reduced him to such a pathetic state that the mere mention of a senior would have sent...