Senior Discounts: Adding to Those Happy Golden Years
I turned 53 on Tuesday. My daughter made me breakfast. My husband gave me roses. AARP sent me another membership solicitation. It all adds up to one thing: senior discounts.
Like many, when the AARP pitch arrives in the mail, I ditch it. I’M NOT OLD, I say to anyone who is listening (usually just the dog). Just this season on the Netflix series Frankie and Grace, one of the characters â who is in her 70s â noted that she refused to join AARP because  it means admitting she was all done. âThere’s an article in the newsletter on how to get over that,â another character rebuts.
I mean, what is old? I have some decent longevity in my genetic pool, so let’s figure I make it to 90. That would have made me middle-aged at 45! I appeal that decision! And honestly at 53, I feel pretty good. It’s hard for me to remember how old I am, except for when I see photos of my 25-year-old self and I remember that skin.