Published on November 20th, 2015 | by Ann Rickard0
Being a Senior Is Cash In The Pocket
It had never occurred to me… never… to ask for a senior’s discount.
On anything. Despite being eligible for one for some time.
Now that I am fully alerted to the benefits of the senior’s discount, I’m going for it. In a big way.
“That’s the down side to the senior’s discount – looking like you are entitled to it without a demand for proof.”
I only discovered this agreeable lark when I had a pedicure recently.
There I was at the counter after having my feet prettied up, ready to pay, when I spied a small notice by the cash register… very small it must said… alerting me to a 10% discount if I happened to be an old lady.
I immediately pointed to it and said I would like 10% off please, thank you very much, and it was given in a heart beat.
That’s the down side to the senior’s discount – looking like you are entitled to it without a demand for proof.
But I must get over pride because receiving a purchase or a service at a cheaper rate than everyone else is not to be taken lightly.
I received $4 off a train fare recently just for the asking (again no requirement to prove I was a senior, just a quick casting of the ticket seller’s eye up and over the face).
On the weekend I got into the cinema for a few dollars less than everyone else.
I can get a discount on a bag of manure at my local nursery should I have a need or desire for such a thing – all because I am senior.
I remember when I was a young slip of a thing in my 50s, being asked if I was eligible for a senior’s discount at the Monterey Bay Aquarium in California. I was so affronted, especially because the ticket seller looked about 100 herself.
Now, the story is quite different. I want everything I am entitled to – whether it be a cheaper steak at the RSL or a big bag of manure.
I am eligible and proud.