A group of people decided to go ice skating on Saturday night. Kevin and Jackie, Greg, Justin. Some friends from church, etc. arrived before we did. I had to go back to the car to get my wallet. The sign listed prices for family, youth, adult, senior.
I stepped up to the woman at the admission booth…. “What am I? I guess I’m an adult/”
“You could be a senior.”
Rosemary asks, “How old do you have to be to be a senior?”
“55.”
Rosemary says, “He’ll be 55 next week.”
The woman say, “Well, that’s close enough, I’m going to give you the senior price.”
“I don’t want to be a senior,” I said handing her a five dollar bill.
“Well, you’re getting the senior price.”
I looked at the change and saw that she had indeed only charged me the senior price.
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Happy Birthday...if it makes you feel better, you are a very very young senior...Jackie
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