In the immortal words of many a Monty Python character: PISS OFF!
I am 9 months from being 50. I am 5 years and 9 months away from being 55.
And I am 15 years minimum, all things willing, from being anywhere near retirement age.
I don't want your discounts. I can get plenty of other ones that don't involve you.
I don't need your health care plan--thank heavens, I have Kaiser, and yours involves United Healthcare, one of the nastiest of the nasty health care monoliths out there.
I don't want "Modern Maturity" magazine.
I resent your lobbyists who grab for everything for seniors with both hands, not mindful that successive generations, including my own, are the ones who care for and support them.
I sent your card application thing back marked "REFUSED" and "Please take me off ALL mailing lists" and I meant it.
And the same goes for my 8 day younger husband.
The Library Lady
(Who loves the seniors in her family but is nowhere near being one!)