Yesterday in the hardware store, an old guy shows up at the checkout counter with two of the most expensive bags of ice melter (FKA “salt”) in the store. The cashier rings it up and announces the total as $66.74. The old man’s face registers his shock at the price. He immediately strikes the pose taught to us by popular culture: VICTIM!
“I’m an old man. Don’t I get some kind of discount? Do you know how often I’m in here?”
Old man: Can I talk to the manager?
I didn’t have time to hang around and watch how it worked out, but if I had, I probably would have said something stupid like, “where’s my unemployed discount?” or “isn’t that your Lexus in the parking lot?” or something.