The AARP has now sent me three temporary membership cards and increasingly enticing offers to join. As I recall, the last one was five years for about 50 bucks. I was tempted, given that I would then be able to receive AARP discounts and what not. But before I plunked down my hard-earned cash, I opted to check out their magazine and newsletter. Unfortunately, they depressed me. The articles were for — well, old people. Reading them made me feel decrepit. I’m not old, merely middle-aged. And even then I don’t always act like it.
I thought about joining and simply pitching their periodicals, but that would make me feel guilty — both for not reading them and for needlessly contributing to landfill waste. So, I am still not a card-carrying member of the AARP. Maybe when I grow up I will change my mind. Besides, if I join, then I’ll have one less thing to blog about.
Regardless, they have now set their sights on my bride. Even though she is more than a year shy of meeting their age requirements I guess it is a case of “guilt by association” — or more correctly “guilt by marriage.” Sorry, dear.
In the past, an anonymous commenter from the AARP (I’m calling him or her “Terry”) has provided feedback on these musings. I hope “Terry” will post a comment this time. Or perhaps AARP considers me a lost cause.