In the shadow of my approaching 50th birthday, at 1:44 pm EST on Saturday, November 16, 2013, I officially became old.
Worse than the first time I was called “Sir” or visited my old graduate department to find it populated with children, I was verbally punched in the gonads when a young man (early 20s?) offered me his seat on the westbound subway near Coxwell Street station.
Adding insult to injury, the subway was not busy—there were other seats available—and I was only carrying a notebook while he was burdened with a large knapsack, a cardboard box and a binder.
I graciously thanked him for his offer while refusing it and then proceeded to die a little bit inside.
Now, if he’d offered me a senior’s discount at the liquor store, well…
Haha at least you are able to laugh about it! In that way, you’ll never be old!
In all honesty, the number is immaterial to me…I have never been happier in my life than I am right now and for that I am grateful
haha! Great post