Dressing for 40 (or 62 (or Friday))

plantlifeI dressed for 40 this morning. I had good reason to because it was not that far out of the 40s, temperature-wise, this morning. I did not wear glubs. I think I am done with them until sometime in September or October although I do have a pair stashed away in my suitcase in case I need them in the yooperland sometime. Like July maybe? I knew that it was going to get seasonably warm (75) in southeast Trollandia this afternoon but I made a conscious decision to be warm this morning and 75 is tolerable for short jaunts in my 40s clothing, like the five minutes it takes me to walk around the building. Which I didn’t get to do as many times today as I wanted to (once an hour) because Legacy Speak Meetings. (You do not want to know 🐗.)

The Queen Bee admitted that she got up this morning and dressed for Friday! And then changed her clothes. I think that means that she dressed for Casual Friday. In that case, she really needn’t have changed her clothes because we are now into Summer Casual and I think that’s Every Day and it even includes shorts, which means that we are often “treated” to the sight of large men wearing cargo shorts and sandals. I don’t participate in any of the “casual” stuff because I am most comfortable in skirts, etc. Except that I wear hiking sandals pretty much year-round these days. I used to keep a pair of bizcaz shoes in one of my many empty cube drawers but I don’t even do that any more. Where I work, people are more interested in picking my brain than looking at my feet. And believe me, I couldn’t care less when large men wear cargo shorts and sandals. And this paragraph has gotten so far away from me that I’m not sure I can get it back to a proper conclusion and I’m not sure I care to try 🐸

So I told The Prince of Denmark about dressing for 40 and she retorted something like, “Well, why didn’t you dress for 62?” I’ll leave y’all to figger out what she meant by that. It’s not all that hard, after all. As luck would have it, I was able to report to The Prince of Denmark that, as I walked home from the Plum Market this afternoon (dressed for 40 and also for 62 even though it was 75 then), a jeepload of young boys catcalled me. Man, do I think they need glasses!

It was only last week that the GG and I were at the Plum after a long walk downtown and back when we were asked if we wanted the “senior discount”. What? Oh yeah… I certainly didn’t. I don’t think that people like me who are well compensated for our work and own multiple dwellings and vee-hickles, etc., and can afford to buy whatever food they want should be entitled to a discount while younger people who are struggling to support themselves and often their children cannot. This has always bugged me (and The Commander too) and, although the GG may not agree with me, I will not accept that kind of discount unless someday I truly need it. I don’t know what the answer is but there has to be a more complicated test than age. If I could’ve passed my discount to the next person in line (if they needed it), I’d’ve done that.

I didn’t mean to end on a downer kind of note. I had a good day today and I hope y’all did too!

3 Responses to “Dressing for 40 (or 62 (or Friday))”

  1. Sam Says:

    I like that idea of passing along the discount—start a movement, KW!

  2. Margaret Says:

    Love your attitude toward the discounts! I too have plenty of money while my kids don’t. Ashley does take advantage of all student discounts since she’s still at UCLA. I am very casual when I’m not at school, but I do dress up a bit more there. 🙂

  3. Pooh Says:

    I was happy to take the senior discount when I bought my Greyhound ticket to A2! (Amtrak too has a senior discount.) BTW, the date for Greyhound is 6/28.