Ok. I went to the thrift shop after work and not in my usual lavender sweatsuit with the kitten playing with a ball of yarn puff paint applique but (this is all true) in my black pointed toe leather boots with black tights and a black dress with leather accents and a salmon colored Ann Taylor sweater. I'm waiting for Julia to try stuff on and singing along to a Rolling Stones song - not loud I don't want to scare people. We go to pay for the items and the 18ish clerk asks if I want to use my senior discount. I'm thinking it must be like Ross - 55 or maybe even younger (crossing my fingers). I asked "What's the age for a senior discount?" She says 60. Um 60!!!!!!!!!!! I should have changed into my lavender sweat suit with my white sneakers!!!