And now, there's fifty-nine. Not that any women care. Not like thirty-nine when the sweet young things at least questioned you about it. I can give you the senior's discount that way. A cashier's wink.
Money is money.
So forget my age. Just give me the discount, hand me my cane, help me locate my uppers and lowers, then get the hell out of my way before I shuffle over the top of you. A new one by Dave Foreman.