I Deserve a Discount

     Even though I am 60 years of age, asking for a senior discount is hard for me.  Things began to get a little tricky on the downside of 50.  Eyesight starts getting a little worse, it's harder to get out of bed every morning and you have to worrying how your digestive system going to handle all the stuff you shove into it.  So why shouldn't I deserve a discount for all life's troubles I have to deal with?
     The whole ideal of senior discounts are pretty unsettling   If I ask for one am I telling everyone I'm not the cool cat I used to be?  Maybe I would not feel so unsettled if I flashed the peace sign in the process of asking the question.  Maybe I could convince myself I was truly at Woodstock, surely that would give me enough courage to demand "One Senior Discount Please".
     All this senior stuff started hitting some time in my late 50's when offered a senior discount without even asking for it.  Even before that people were addressing me as Mr.  I should've known right then and there my coolness factor was beginning to fade.  Just because I would  wear bell bottoms if they still made them,  perk up when I hear Led Zeppelin, the Stones or Jimi Hendrix  and can still remember when one could buy an ounce of weed for  less than $10, don't ever ask me if I want the senior discount.  I'll be the one to decide when to call myself an old fart.
     Life is full of victories and defeats.  Being granted a senior discount is such a hollowed victory it could even be considered  a graying defeat.  The only grace is knowing wisdom comes with age.  Being cool is great but common sense is pretty hip also.  One Senior Discount Please.