A few of my coworkers are a little older than me and, as a result, get senior discounts on their meals and other items. “I’ve had it. It makes me feel so old,” one told me. “Seriously? Can I take a look at your ID? If it looks at all like me I’d like to borrow it every now and again for a good senior discount,” I replied. She found no humor in my statement. Nor did I; I was serious, I wanted to borrow her ID.
She went on to talk about Botox and I informed her I didn’t have any, then scrunched up my brow for emphasis. This action reminded me of the other day at Zumba when I went to the bathroom, totally sweaty, and, while washing my hands, I noticed a small section of my hair had settled horizontally into one of the wrinkles across my forehead. It was at this moment that I seriously considered Botox.
That said, I’m only going to do it if I can borrow my coworker’s ID and get the senior discount.