Reality set in when I received an envelop with my name on it along with a card inside. The outside of the envelope doesn't give you a clue to what is inside. The special perforated envelope on the outside says it's an “important document.”
It even resembles a check.
Could it be money?
As I start to unveil what's inside the envelope I feel a card, possibly a credit card. I carefully tear off the sides and see those infamous four letters: AARP (American Association of Retired Persons).
Aha, they got me. How do they know I'm turning the big “50.”
As I thought about it, the big 50 isn't that bad. I can start receiving great discounts for traveling, medicare insurance, restaurants and even funeral insurance.
For only $16, I can get a yearly membership with their magazine and even a newsletter that will guide me through the my retirement age.
The membership card already had my name on it and all I have to do is return the post card, which is already filled out for me, along with my $16.
The membership price is reasonable and it even includes my spouse.
So I got to thinking.
Can I start cashing in on movie theater discounts and am I now considered a senior citizen. I don't consider myself a senior citizen quite yet, but I'll take the discounts. I can go watch a movie in Alice for $4 instead of $6.
How about those restaurants crowded with senior citizens such as Luby's. Can I get the senior special now? I'm going to have to try it out one of these days.
Can I also be part of the Alice Whataburger club. I hear they meet a few times a week at the burger place for breakfast and coffee. Maybe I will get an invitation.
Or how about the CHRISTUS Spohn Hospital cafeteria discount. Many seniors enjoy their lunch at the cafeteria every day.
I don't plan on retiring any time soon, my job keeps me very busy. But saving a few bucks here and there. I could get use to that.
I will turn 50 on Oct. 9, even though I don't feel it. I work out regularly and I think I have several more years under my belt before I think about retirement.
I thank AARP for sending me a reminder that I'm not a spring chicken anymore, but I'm also not a lame duck either.