Rail ticket reality
Added: Sat. Aug 11, 2012 7:24pm
Posted in: Living
Over the past several years I've adjusted
to the idea that having been a hippie in the 60s is now considered
"quaint" and that people listen to my stories of my youth as if I
were describing an era akin to the landing at Plymouth Rock.
Still, when I got my first senior
discount the other day my reaction surprised me. I was buying a rail ticket and
the agent listed my options — regular, first class and senior. On a whim I
asked how much I'd save with the senior discount — $16. I went for it and felt,
well, really happy.
Okay, so it wasn't quite the thrill I
got when Nixon resigned but these days I tend to focus on the here and now, so
I took the money.
I bought a large latte and a scone,
boarded the train and hoped the dawning of the Age of Aquarius was just around
the next bend. It wasn’t, of course, but my disappointment was tempered by
knowing that, even if I didn’t have Dick Nixon to kick around any more, I had
enough cash to buy a latte for the return trip.
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