So I was at Long John Silver's--for a story--waiting for my fried sampler to appear. I glanced at the bill and saw this: "10% SENIOR DISC."
But...but...um...Punk kids who work in fast food these days, 47 is not old. Sure there's a little gray around the temples. That's 'cause my office is next to Wilonsky, damn it.
For what it's worth, I took the receipt into our business offices and asked about the benefits package for someone of my age. I was told to leave.
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