Ssssitizen

I woke up around 9:00 this morning and the rain that was falling last night was still coming down. Damn! Maybe the weather will be better up north. I packed-up my stuff and got into my rented Ford Taurus. It kinda reminded me of the old days in the company car.

After getting out of Atlanta and heading north for about an hour and a half, I decided that it would be a good time to get a styrofoam cooler and some snacks and beverages for the trip. I stopped off in Dillard, GA at the local Piggly Wiggly just off the highway.

When I stepped up to the cash register, the young cashier asked me how I was.

"Good," I said. "And you?"

"All right," she said in a heavy southern twang. "But I might get a whole lot worse."

"Why," I asked.

"Because yesterday was my first day and it's just me and the owner working today and he's usually to busy to help me," she responded.

I could see she was having some trouble with the cash register. She picked up the box of Wheat Thins I had and tried to scan them. Nothing. She then asked me how much they were and manually entered that amount. She did the same for my other items.

I was getting ready to pay when she said, "Um, are you a sss...?"

"Pardon," I said.

"You aren't a senior citizen are you?"

"Do I look that old?," I asked.

"No," she said. "But the last lady who was just in here asked me why I didn't give her a senior citizen's discount, and I told her I didn't think she was that old. Now I just ask everybody."

Huh. I'm still stunned and I don't know if I'll ever recover.

She may have made a nice recovery, but I guess I gotta say it happened for the first time. And to think I actually got carded about two years ago when buying some beer. Both may be unbelieveable, but true.