Last fall, Mrs. Henkster and I went to Orange Beach AL on my 55th birthday. The first restaurant we went to, they gave me a senior menu!!! That’s when it really hit me.
Oh brother!
I keep getting told I am eligible to live at my aunt’s (very nice) retirement apartments starting at age 55. Great place. I call it a luxury dorm for old people. It’s so nice I’d actually like it there someday when taking care of a farm is no longer possible.
I also do not like getting called Ma’am by well-meaning store clerks. No woman likes that. Sounds polite, but makes you feel 20 years older! Ha Ha.
Also not getting “carded” when you buy wine or liquor, now that’s a sure sign that nobody thinks you’re anywhere near 18-21.