What I SHOULD Have Said

Thursday. Shoppers Drug Mart.

Time to get a prescription refill. Ben needs some Gravol for an upcoming sailing adventure. Shoppers’ weekly sale is pretty decent sale this week, so I can pick up products before they run out. Kill a few birds with one stone as they say. I wonder what adventure I’ll have at Shoppers today?

Here it is…

Well-Meaning Pharmacy Assistant: “Sir, would you like the Seniors Discount today?”

What I SHOULD have said was “Yes, that’d be great! Thank you!”

But, I froze.

In the next second, the following thoughts raced through my mind as she waited for my response.

What? Did I hear her clearly? Did she say “Senior’s Discount”? How much is the discount? Don’t you have to be 65 to qualify? Wait, Chris thought it was 55 when I asked him last month. How did that even come up last month? How can she think I’m 65? All she can seeIs are my eyes? I’m too immature for 65. How can she think I’m 65? (Yes, I had that thought twice) Maybe it’s really 55? Didn’t I read one time that individual stores can lower the age? Should I check the website?

Me: “How old do I have to be?

W-MPA: “Ummm…65”

Then I came up with this gem.

Me:”65?”

I know, right? But I win the exchange with the following remark.

Me: “Wow! I must be having a really bad day!”

I don’t even know what this means.

So I pay full price for my products and retreat home to lay down.

Post-nap, the world is a better place. It always is. I look for support by posting my plight to Social Media.

The result? Countless posts from “more experienced” friends on FB saying “Just take the discount!” (editors note: “countless” applies if writer can’t count past 6.)

So, next time I’ll say “Yes, that’d be great! Thank you!”