Goodwill, the store, that is. I don't go to ours often because they have almost all clothing but once in a while they have something worth picking up. Case in point are these cute little......um...wall pockets? Not really sure what they are but thought they were kind of neat. Especially for 99 cents each. I will definitely take off the pink 'glass' beads and replace with rusted jingle bells. Maybe I'll save them for some sort of Christmas decoration.
Anyway, back to the post title. As I was paying for my large purchase, the clerk asked me if I would like to use my senior citizen discout. I said so shocked I almost couldn't get the words out of my mouth, "Excuse me?". Again she said those dreaded words. I asked her at exactly what age did Goodwill stores consider someone to be a senior citizen. She said 55. Now if you recall back in January, I posted about me being over the hill at 50! Now some of you are probably snickering welcome to the club or thinking what is the big deal. Well because it's a first for me, that's why. And I've always been told that I looked younger than my years. I was the only one in a group of 20-somethings that was carded at a bachelorette party and I was 30 with 4 kids for crimeny sakes.
I called Dear Hubby. He was very sympathetic in between fits of laughter. Well, haven't been back to Goodwill since and if I do go, I'll make sure I don't get that clerk. In hind sight, I should have just said yes, I would like to use my discount and saved a whopping 20 cents but I didn't. Maybe next time. sigh