I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE

For anyone over the age of 50 and not yet ready to be classified as a SENIOR CITIZEN, may I solicit your heart felt sympathy?

Last night after my exercise class, Hubby and I made a quick trip to Kohl’s to shop for me a new pair of athletic shoes for my Las Vegas trip. I settled on a pair of Reeboks and to complete the ensemble, I chose three pairs of sports socks . All items were on sale and I was quite pleased with my purchases. H bought a belt and shirt and his purchases went on a separate sales ticket.

Upon our return to mi casa, H asked me what I had done with my Kohl’s receipt. I told him it was in my wallet and off he went in search of my purse. A few minutes later, he walked back in with both receipts and sheepishly handed my receipt over to me. After a quick inspection of my receipt, in horror I realized that I had been given a 15% SENIOR CITIZEN DISCOUNT!

Apparently, the look on my face scared both H and Max the Wonderdog to the extent that H retreated in fear and Max jumped off the bed and ran.

"WHAT IS THIS?", I screamed!

I was shocked, mad, and confused all at the same time. It isn’t that I am complaining about the discount. Who wouldn’t want a 15% discount on a pair of shoes and new socks? But, what really burns me up is the idea that Skippy (the cute, young dude who checked me out) ASSUMED I qualify for a senior discount!

H attempted to console me and after the dog decided it was safe to be in my presence, he also tried to console me, however, there was no consoling this angry broad. I swore to boycott Kohl’s for the rest of my natural life.

I quickly took inventory to determine what might have given Skippy the impression that I could be a senior citizen.

SO, I ASK, WHAT DETERMINES SENIOR STATUS? Is it gray hair? Matronly attire? Hunched back, wrinkles, and shuffling?

Once again, I am faced with the reality of growing old. Armed with a sense of humor and a positive attitude, I hesitantly accept my fate. I’ll continue to cover the gray, exercise like a maniac, and listen to Retro Rock. Maybe my next move will be to trade in my four door sedan for a sexy Mustang convertible.

Hopefully, that will show the world that I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!