Another personal milestone happened yesterday. An AARP card with my name on it came in the mail. Mrs. C caught it first, and had a little fun with the whole idea. Then she chuckled and handed the card to me. Yep, there it was. My name. On an AARP card.
Disbelief set in rather quickly. I just sat there, staring at the card and the letter. Not so much because it was a profound moment, more so because the words were so blurry. Once I got my reading glasses, problem solved.
Now, most of us know what AARP stands for, and we’d understand why it’s a bit daunting the first time you’re told you get to be “on the team.” Geez, I guess it’s sort of a lifetime membership at this point. But it’s kind of goofy to me that nowhere on the card, and nowhere on anything in the whole mailer, do they tell you what those four letters stand for. Maybe there’s a reason they don’t say, so I won’t ruin their little secret here. If I divulged it here, the readership from this blog could bust their whole thing wide open.
After reading that for 16 bucks I can get a cool travel bag with big AARP letters (big enough that glasses aren’t necessary), and that I’d get lots of discounts at restaurants and eyeglass stores and stuff, I’m thinking about joining. When Mrs. C heard me say that, she reacted pretty strongly. “No you’re NOT!” You’d think I was changing political parties or something...no honey, that was two years ago! I don’t think she’s ready to be married to a card-carrying member just quite yet. Anyway, who's chuckling now?
So, we’re at an impasse. I vote yes, she votes no, not yet. I’m going out for a run to think it over while I crank up the volume on the ipod. I can always count on Frank Sinatra and Tony Bennett to help get me over the hill...