I was walking out of Ye Olde Quaint Market when I glanced down at my receipt and saw that the checker had given me the 5 percent senior discount.
This is getting $%*!@ing tiresome.
My husband shrugs it off: The checker is in his 20s; anyone with a wrinkle or gray hair looks old to him.
But the fact is, now I've had cancer, I have an investment in how I look to people. I don't want to look 12 to 17 years older than I am; I want to look damn good.
Also, hey: check it out. Being in a cancer support group does not make you live longer. It just feels longer when you're listening to other people's problems.
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