On the way back from Crested Butte, I stopped for the night in Gunnison, Colorado. Little motel on the edge of town, one of the few not filled up by the softball tournament that had packed the area for the weekend.
The plump young woman behind the desk said, "Two queen beds, $59."
I nodded, "Okay."
"Got any discounts or anything?"
"No." I never have discounts. If I ever manage to clip coupons, I always leave them wherever I'm not. "Oh, wait! I'm a member of AARP! Does that count?"
"Sure does," she smiled.
I was psyched! My first discount as an Elder American! Woo hoo!
I felt like I had made a rite of passage. Small, but significant.
You see, for years I heard my friends complain, "I got an invitation to join AARP! Man, do I feel old!"
As each of them passed the fifty year mark, we'd razz them. "Did you get your AARP card yet?" Ha ha ha.
So, when it came my turn to see the big 5-0 on the horizon, I decided to get pro-active. I joined them before they could recruit me. I had my membership before my 50th birthday. Embrace the change! Be proud of your age! Bounce right out of your 40s and into AARP!
And here I was, reaping the benefit already. I signed my name with a flourish and strutted down to my room.