Crippled old man

I remember the first time I was offered a “senior discount” without any prompting on my part. It was when I lived in South Florida for a while and the youngster at the movie theater ticket window automatically sold me a “senior” ticket for the movie I was about to enjoy. I didn’t say anything, but I remember thinking, “Do I really appear to be that old?” Since then, I have decided to opt for frugality, rather than vanity. I readily ask for a “senior discount” any time I am at an eating establishment, or anywhere else I might be able to take advantage of my numerous trips around that big ball of gas in the sky. I recently saw a list of places that offer “senior discounts,