Today was the big go-to-the-Convention-Center-for-some-learnin' day (aka "Professional Development Day"). These are all-day extravaganzas with breakout sessions and usually a vendor exhibit with all manner of educational items for sale. Not that anyone has any money to buy anything in this lean year, but there you go.
So I'm strolling the booths when I get accosted by a salesman for a giveaway. Fill out this pink card, and you'll be entered into a drawing for a free iPod! I guess I didn't exhibit the requisite excitement over his offer (we're a four iPod family already), so he decides to pitch the closer: "...if not for you, then use it as a gift...maybe for a grandchild!!"
Okay, I know I'm going grey and all, but this is not a grandma face. Besides, if I were having a grandchild, you'd already know since I'd be all over the National Enquirer. My kids are 11 and 9. Yikes!
I guess the first week of school's taken more out of me than I thought!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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Real bummer! Unfortunately, it happens when we cross come indefinable divide usually determined by the salesperson, etc. Went to see "Under the Tuscan Sun" with some pals--one my age, one younger--I was the only one greyish. After purchasing tix, we realized the younger pal had paid more. Same age friend and I had gotten the Sr. discount without asking for it! Low blow! Was reeling until I entered the theater and realized no one was sitting in the upper seats. Bad knees seemed to reign with this audience! So we galloped to up the upper tier just to show we didn't need no stinkin' Sr. discount while enjoying our extra large diet sodas purchased with our saving.
Real bummer! You absolutely do not have a Gramma face! Unfortunately, it happens when we cross come indefinable divide usually determined by the salesperson, etc. Went to see "Under the Tuscan Sun" with some pals--one my age, one younger--I was the only one greyish. After purchasing tix, we realized the younger pal had paid more. Same age friend and I had gotten the Sr. discount without asking for it! Low blow! Was reeling until I entered the theater and realized no one was sitting in the upper seats. Bad knees seemed to reign with this audience! So we galloped to up the upper tier just to show we didn't need no stinkin' Sr. discount while enjoying our extra large diet sodas purchased with our saving.
My mom was really irked when she got an automatic Sr. discount at a lunch buffet. She rationalized it by saying that the clerks were all so young, anyone over 30 probably looked like a senior to them. Of course, she WAS eligible for the discount but would never deign to ask for it. We went to the Queen Mary once and she used the AAA instead of the AARP discount.
Me, I don't care. I tease the clerks at the grocery store when they ring up my wine and don't ask for ID. But we got back from visiting my husband's sister, who is about 12 years younger than I am, but who doesn't color her hair. I asked DH if I should start going natural (nobody's EVER seen my gray after my daughter pointed it out years and years ago), and he gave me an emphatic NO WAY. Of course, he's balding and gray and white, but I'm supposed to keep up the 'youthful' image.
Then again, if I pull out baby pictures, nobody thinks they're my kid--they immediately say, "Oh, a grandbaby."
Some people just say stupid things. I'd chalk it off to that. I had someone make a similar comment to me when I was in my early thirties!
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