It has taken me three days to process what happened.
It was 7:00 am and I walked into McDonalds to grab a quick cup of coffee. I had a one dollar bill and two quarters.
I have done this a thousand times and I knew that I had plenty of money.
The lady behind the counter poured the cup of coffee and turned to ring up the sale.
$.67
Yes, that's right...$.67.
I cleared my throat and said, "is that the right price?"
She grinned and said, "I gave you the senior price."
I struggled for breath.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I thought to myself, "that lady needs to have her eyes examined."
I gave her my dollar and she gave me change.
I took comfort in the thought that you used to be able to buy a hamburger, french fries and a soft drink for less than a dollar.
Then it hit me.
You have to be a certain age to remember that fact. I paid my $.67 and left.
And by the way...I am OK with my age and the price I paid for my coffee.