They say – whoever ‘they’ is – that age 60 is the new 40.
However, ‘they’ is wrong. Age 60 is the new 17…at least in Dick’s Sporting Goods.
While shopping in Dicks, I placed a camping stove in my cart, along with two of those green metal bottles of propane fuel for the stove. Shopping complete, I headed to a checkout counter.
Young Gal at the cash register rang up my purchases, and then said, “I need your birthdate.”
Young Gal nodded. “Yes, I need to verify that you’re old enough to purchase the bottles of propane.”
My mouth literally dropped open. Had I just been carded to buy propane? Me…the grandmother with totally gray hair, wrinkled skin, and age-spotted hands who at that moment stood next to Teenage Grandson!
“I don’t look old enough?”
Young Gal didn’t answer my question, only smiled. “It’s company policy, I need to verify that you’re not a minor. Your birthdate goes into our computer.”
I gave her my date of birth and left the store feeling younger than I had in years. Perhaps 60 is the new 17.