I rented a boat recently at a local lake. One of the perks of getting older? Senior discounts. In this case, $12.50 off.

When I checked in, I told the young guy at the counter I wanted the senior rate. Just to be sure. When I returned the boat, a different person closer to my age was at the counter. I reminded him, too. Just to be extra sure.

He glanced at the bill. “It’s already marked for the senior discount,” he said.

That’s when it hit me. I was yanking at this discount like a dog with a scrap of meat. Clamped on, shaking, not letting go.

$12.50!

This is who I am now. 😆