Contributor Nancy Scott – I’m Almost Old and Already Cheap

It was a warm Sunday in June and Kathy and I were bored. “We need something wild,” Kathy suggested.

“But what could we do that was wild?” I asked, unable to think wildly.

“Let’s go see the Sex and the City movie. I want to see it.” 

I also wanted to see it and, by now, it would be close to the end of its run. “That’s a great idea.” I knew wild when I heard it–wild for us, anyway.

As we pulled into the Regal parking lot Kathy said, “It’s nine bucks for you if you can believe that on a Sunday afternoon, but I’m over 62 so I’m a senior citizen. I get in for $6.75.”

We walked up to buy our tickets. Kathy announced to the teen-age girl in the booth that she could get the senior rate. “What about her?” the ticket-taker asked, referring to me.  Now I hadn’t planned to try for the discount so I said, “Well, I’m close.”  “OK,” the girl said, and charged me the lower price.

“Why do you think she did that?” I asked, surprised. “Do I look that old? Or maybe it’s my cane?”

“She can’t be more than 19,” Kathy explained. “We all look old to her.”

I will be 55 by the time you read this and I’m quite gleeful about my silver-gray hair and whatever else might get me discounts. Also, I’m amazed at how much better I feel after going out to do something unexpected. By the way, one bottle of water at the theater cost three bucks. Can young people afford going to the movies? “If we wanted popcorn,” Kathy theorized, “I’d probably have to write a check.”

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