These are the things I tell myself, but it doesn't ease the shock of it all.
Over the weekend my wife and I went out to see Lincoln as a date night movie. We purchased our tickets and went into the theater. My wife made a stop necessitated by the fact that this would be a 2 hour plus movie and when she came back, she had a smirk on her face. She handed over the ticket stubs to me and said, "I'd wondered why the tickets cost less than they should." I had not given it much thought.
I took the stubs and looked at them. The first read "Adult" but the second, that second stub read "Senior." It was for me. I had been judged by the young ticket taker and without any verification required been deemed a member of the elder set.
Oh cruel fate, or irresistible wheel of time, you have turned upon me at last.
Well, I guess it's time to join AARP now at 53. I've been putting it off, but what's the point, now, now that I've been judged old by the Regal Cinema staff. I surrender. Give me my card and my senior discount.
But I'm not going to the rocking chair yet. I'm not done, not by a long shot. Off to the gym to exercise and debate with myself whether hair coloring is in my future!