Spending time one snowy afternoon in my neighborhood hair salon, I stared at an image in the mirror directly in front of me.
I did not recognize the face gazing back at me. Gradually over the past few years the face aged. I saw a senior citizen.
And now I (hub too) am acting like one.
Hub and I recently started patronizing restaurant early bird specials. In our younger immature years, like up until our last trip to Florida a couple of months back, we made fun of people frequenting early bird specials. Most people taking advantage of these bargains are seniors.
We have met those seniors, and we are them.
We like dining out. We have our favorite haunts, but also enjoy trying new places. However eating out gets expensive. We are now retirees and more conscious of monetary outflows (or should be), with diminished earned income. Hub works three to four days a month for his long-time employer, and we make a modest amount of airbnb income, but earned income shrunk dramatically and permanently this year.
Living in a seasonal resort community offers lots of restaurant options. These places do not need our dollars during the tourist season. Off-season, however, the establishments welcome, encourage and entice us, luring locals with early bird specials. Restaurants also offer breakfast and lunch deals, but these do not carry the stigma of the ‘early bird special’ moniker.
Next week is Restaurant Week in our town. Once a year restaurants offer three course dinners for $33.15. For the truly dedicated early birder, a three-course luncheon is available for $15.15. This may not seem cheap, but many of the places are upscale, special-occasion establishments not normally visited (by us).
Once a year we get the flavor and atmosphere of upscale affluence at popular prices.
Three seasons we patronize other special offerings, including early bird specials. During the summer not only do the deals disappear, the restaurants are very crowded. We stay home, fire up the grill and cook.
So laugh at us, make fun of us, point mockingly at us, because now we are those old folks eating early.
I do not, however, stuff Sweet ‘n Lo packets in my purse. Or anything else. Not yet anyway…
Kids, stop laughing. The more early bird specials patronized (along with other bargains sought in our life) the more might be left for you guys. Someday. Maybe.
As my Dad stated when he and Mom spent a few dollars on a trip or other extravagance, “We’re spending your inheritance.”
My response was, “That’s great. Enjoy!”
Now it is our turn.
After all, there must be some upside when that reflection in the mirror stares you down, declaring, “Face it. You ARE old. Get over it…”