Every time I blog about the AARP at least one person tells me, “You really should join — at least for the discounts.”
AARP’s fourth or fifth offer — with each one getting better — was down to $39.95 for 5 years. So, I succumbed. I doubt if they would have gone any lower, because two days later I received a new offer — for much less favorable terms.
I guess you can say that I sold out. I am now an AARP member, albeit reluctantly. However, I’m not a card-carrying member — they spelled my name wrong, so I’m awaiting a new card. As soon as I can, I’ll sign up my bride, too. I’m sure that she’ll just love being a member ahead of her time.
Though it shames me to admit I joined, I thought I needed to come clean and tell you the truth.
Still, I don’t think that I’m old.
Recently, I was with a 20-something friend and I caught myself just before uttering the laughable phrase, “someone our age.” Another friend — a few decades my junior — admitted to no longer liking the music he listed to in college because he’s getting older, yet I still do listen to it. The truth is that I prefer hanging with the Millennial generation over “old” people in their fifties. It’s just that sometimes Gen-Y doesn’t want to hang out with me.
Although I may not think that I am old, apparently, I look like it.