In my favorite department store this afternoon I was told by the woman behind the counter, you may be eligible for our senior citizen discount that we offer on Wednesdays. Nonplussed, I replied, well, how old would I have to be? Sixty-two, she said. Without blinking. Mustering the inborn grace of a Southern woman and summoning the spirit of Julia Sugarbaker, I smiled effortlessly and purred, darlin', I won't be there for quite some time, but when I arrive, I'll take you up on that discount!
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