While dining with my parents last night, Pops made an observation, “There are a lot of seniors here.” He wasn’t referring to youth in their last year of high school – he was talking about good, ‘old fashioned’ adults. “Of course there are. When you get old, you go out to eat a lot – you don’t want to be home cooking,” Mama advised. “Hmmm,” I pondered out loud. “I go out to eat a lot. Does that make me old?” “It’s true. She hardly ever eats at home,” MiniMe confirmed. “But you always have food at your house. Lots of beautiful fresh fruit in your bowl,” Beaner stated, slightly confused by my homey appearances. “Those are for my guests,” I advised. Between the fruit and the waxed paper in their grilled cheese, I keep my guests full.
As a single female, it can be a lot of work to cook up something good that won’t get wasted (like it’s creator) several days later. As a result, unlike some of the seniors who are at home awaiting meals on wheels, I’m out and about with the spry ones – my parents included, letting people serve me. Yes, letting. I prefer to sit back with a glass of wine in my hand, kick up my heels and be served. At the end of the night, when the check comes, one sees the true benefit of being a senior – 10% discounts. From meals to heels to deals, dining out and getting old has its perks!