Mr. W: Here. (Handing me some object)
Me: What's this?
W: It's your's.
Me: My what? What the f*** is THIS?
W: An AARP card. I joined AARP for us. It's good until 2013.
W: You get discounts.
Me: I'd rather pay full price. I am NOT old enough to be a member of AARP.
W: Yes you are. You only have to be (he names a number)
Me: GET MY NAME OFF OF THIS!
W: It's a good thing. They lobby for healthcare and stuff. You get all kinds of discounts.
Me: I'm not joining AARP.
W: Too late. You're a member.
Me: You can't do this. Did you forge my name?
W: No, there were no signatures involve.
Actually, there a really nice interview with Martin Sheen
in this month's magazine. I read it. I also checked out the gel pads for the kitchen in the ads in the back.
And I am, after all, going to be a grandma in a couple of weeks.
This sucks. (the getting old part, not the grandma part)