An Insult or Courtesy to Assist Senior Citizens

The last time we were loading our carts at the check out a young man asked,
“Do you need any help?”

The time before that were in the parking lot loading our truck and a young woman asked, “Do you need any help?”

Each time we replied, “Thank you for asking, we are fine.”
Each time they replied, “Are you sure?”
Each time we  responded, “Yes, we are sure, thank you for asking!”

Last Saturday, I attended our granddaughter’s ballet class. After our ballerina was settled, my daughter-in-law ushered me into a small waiting room. It was crowed with young mothers leaning against the walls or perched on a limited number of chairs.

Those who were seated sequentially asked me,
“Would you like to sit down?”
Each time I replied, “No thank you, I’m fine.”
Each time they replied, “Are you sure?”
Each time I responded, “Yes, I’m sure, thank you for asking!”

Lately, my “Yellow Brain” has been wondering…
1. Is “I’ll be 65 on February 2nd” written across my forehead?
2. Are Jordan and I finally looking “old”? People have always told us, “You’re in such good shape, you don’t look your age.”
3. How lovely and refreshing… people are respectful and polite!
4. I don’t feel like about to receive Medicare benefits.
5. I don’t feel like a “Senior Citizen”.
6. I don’t feel that I need the assistance (lifting is an excellent preventative for osteoporosis).

I might be undergoing a transformation…
I may no be sensitive or shocked by people’s comments,
I might be delighted that people are courteous and caring.