So here is where my problem really started: I had finished my workout at the gym, dressed in a tank top that revealed my very-well toned arms, when I stopped by McD’s for a coffee. I had been in that particular restaurant many times and I knew the price of a large coffee: $1.26. But that day, when I ordered, the darling little girl behind the cash register said, “That will be fifty cents”. Hmmm, I thought. “Oh, there must be a sale” I chirped. She replied, “No, mam, it’s a senior coffee.”
Are you kidding me? I do NOT lookover 55. Or even 50. (I was 53)
That’s when I stomped out, got in my car, and sped off, with that damn senior coffee on top of my car.
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