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Reconsidering Botox

Being the unemployed cog that I am, I've begun going to a bakery outlet store to save a few bucks. Not only are they super inexpensive but they even offer more discounts to military families and people age 55 and over (at 45, I have to wait ten more years for that). I was at the checkout counter one day when a friendly, 50-something, cashier asked if I had a discount card and I said, "Oh, you mean the military discount?" She shrugged and said, "Or the 55 and over."


Speechless, I stared for what felt like an hour. Finally, I began to swim back up from the depths of that dark, dark place in my soul (that wondered if water boarding was still OK) and replied, "Uhhh nooo, not just yet. Thanks". I grabbed my groceries and began trudging home in a daze. I wanted to ask everyone I encountered, "Hey, you, do I look 55?", "Would you say I'm a senior?", "How old do I look?", "Do you know a plastic surgeon?"

Don't get me wrong, I know plenty of beautiful women over 50, and above, BUT I'M NOT THERE YET! And although I am impatient about most things in my life, I am not impatient about growing older, in fact, I would have to say that my patience is almost saintly in that regard (if saints can imagine inflicting torture anyway).

I wonder if this incident had anything to do with me buying a tank top at a consignment store the other day with a rock band/skull logo plastered on front? However, the band is Lynyrd Skynyrd which, in hindsight, probably doesn't make me seem young at all, in fact, it's the anti-thesis of young. Dang-it! Oh well, it's not like I want to be in my 20's again, (unless I get do-overs), I just don't want to be asked if I qualify for a senior discount for a long, loooooong time.

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Reconsidering Botox + mid-life