Two Things you Should Never Say to a Woman
About 10 days ago, I posted about making an eating lifestyle change to an all plant based, whole foods diet.
Nearly two weeks in, we’re still doing pretty well with it with a few exceptions. We had some leftover eggs, cheese and butter we didn’t want to waste so Dale ate those and I had some yummy Coffeemate creamer I finished this week.
Dale really never committed to the change completely, opting for a day a week to eat whatever he wanted. We haven’t had meat, though (well, I did have one stuffed mushroom with a teaspoon or less of crab meat stuffing in it), and he calls me when he is traveling for work to ask me what he should eat on the menu when he’s eating out.
I really don’t feel any different yet, but when I stepped on the scales last weekend, I was heartened to see I had lost 5 pounds. That may not sound like a lot, but that’s a total of 10 pounds since I started seeing the doctor trained in traditional Chinese medicine.
I figure every pound counts, especially since I’ve been feeling old, fat and frumpy as of late.
An experience at the health food store didn’t help last week.
An older woman was standing behind me and after making a wide-eyed comment about my bill total, which represented a week’s worth of groceries and staples such as non-dairy butter, etc. she says to me, “I bet you didn’t ask for your senior discount did you!?”
A little shocked, I just shook my head and said, “No, I didn’t.”
The cashier, looking uncomfortable, maybe after seeing the look on my face, said to the woman, “You do have to ask for it, some people get upset if we ask them if they want to use it, especially if they’re not qualified yet.”
I smiled and said, “I know the feeling.” When I got in the truck, I didn’t cry, but I felt the tears well for a minute.
I’m 49. I’m far from qualifying for a senior discount, unless you take AARPs stance that 50 is the new 65 because they want to collect more membership fees longer.
I was just telling a friend of mine that I’ve always looked older than my years. I’ll never forget the time when I was in college and with a friend from high school at the mall. She met a guy there and he asked, “Oh, is this your mother?” nodding in my direction. That made me feel as good as the time a man asked me a few years later when I was due (I seriously was not overweight in my 20s, but I was wearing a skirt that did make my belly stick out a little).
There’s a point in life for most people when we show the trials and the losses we’ve faced. Some people bear their living better than others. I swear that my mother did not look “old” until after my brother passed away, when she was 76.
I feel like we’ve been through a lot these past few years and there are days now that I feel every minute of my 49. I’m sure my current weight doesn’t help me to look any younger.
Sure, I guess it would be ok to save money here and there with senior discounts, but then I read a blog post by a friend of mine about age discrimination and really have no desire to get there any faster.
At least when I asked Dale if I looked old enough for a senior discount, he wisely said, “I don’t think so,” and proceeded to remind me that he’s been asked the same question about senior discounts a couple of times himself.
Now I’ve officially had both things said to me that one should never say to a woman, “When are you due?” and “Would you like the senior discount?”
Makes me glad that at least for the time being, I’m eating healthier and my weight is on a downward trajectory.
Have you ever been asked about a senior discount, or if you’re a woman, the big no-no of being asked when you’re due?