A Senior Moment
When buying tickets, I usually just give our ages. That’s much easier than trying to figure out who qualifies as a child and who doesn’t. Some places have 9 as the cut-off, others 10, and still others 12. I figure they know their ticket prices, well enough. Why not let them do the figuring.
The other day, as the boys and I were going to a movie.
“One 9-year old,” I said to the lady selling tickets, “One 11-year old, and one 120-year old.”
“Do you have a senior discount?” my oldest chimed in.
While the ticket lady’s chuckles jumped to belly laughs, I shot him a glare.
“What?” he said to me. “You said you’re 120!”