Vanity Over Convenience: Not a Senior Citizen

I was so amused earlier when I went to pay the bills. The payment line for our local electricity manager office was looooonngggg… like every household wanted to pay the bills at the start of the week. So there I was willing the line to move, and praying for the cashier, “Lord, give her the strength to collect payments faster…” when there was commotion behind me.

One of the well-meaning security guards approached an aging lady and offered to reserve a spot for her at the Senior Citizen’s Line, which was short and comfy (they had chairs) but she got… insulted. And, i mean really mortified at the suggestion.

She shouted, “how dare you suggest I’m a senior citizen! I’m only 49!” But hey, she looked really young for her age (my guess is around 65). She looks like she’s been taking Anoretix, some hundreds of supplements each day and a few hours at the derm clinic a day at least. People were looking her over and they were quite impressed. High heels, Cher-like eyes and red hair.

She’s pretty, but she doesn’t look her age… and the security guard learned his lesson the had way. She braved the mile-long line rather than admit her age to everyone. Wow.