Adventures In Grocery Shopping #2387
Dear Diary. Today the high school kid ringing me up turned out to be a delightful and gregarious young man. Right up until our final interaction when, before finalizing the sale, he asked, "Are you a senior?"
Yes. He meant senior citizen. I laughed and told him no, foolishly, before realizing my error and asking if I could have a discount after all. He commented on his aunt having gray hair, too.
RIP me, age 41, dead as of a few hours ago.
