Age Rage

I had to run errands over lunch in downtown Salt Lake, so while I was out I stopped by the local Carl Jr’s to grab some fast food and get back to the office. I was surprised even though the time was about 12:30—right in the middle of lunch hour—the place was not too busy. This Carl Jr’s I always an experience since it is the “downtown Carl’s” which means this restaurant services the homeless an vagrant of the city. The clientele are always colorful if not frightening. But I amazed at how many middle class families are also in the establishment at any given time during the day.

I elected to pay for the meal with cash. I was pretty sure I had the almost five dollars it would the cost would be. I make my order and begin digging out the change from my wallet. I have a couple of paper dollars and I have couple dollar coins and assorted other coins. Then it dawned on me I really do look like a homeless guy, at the homeless fast food place, in my oversized red jacket in my power wheelchair hunched over searching for change. The little Hispanic teller who was waiting on be finally became exasperated and took a deep breath and grabbed what change was showing and said,” I am sure you have just enough” and handed number and I was sent over to wait round with all the other derelicts. Not

long my order came up and I rolled forward and grabbed my lunch which off course came with the receipt. I stowed the receipt into my backpack and headed back to the office eating my Green burrito on the way. It was later when I got back to the office and was going through my pockets and I came upon my receipt. The kid had given me the “Senior discount”. I must be looking this old anymore because I keep getting the Senior Discount! I know I should just accept the place where I am in life and enjoy getting my discount and just stop gripimg.