I went to the DMV yesterday and noticed there was an express line for those 65 yrs. old and older. I noticed in the very long lines at every station that the seniors were walked from one station to the other and put at the front of every line. I was impressed with the DMV- they were really attentive to the seniors, and so helpful.
The rest of us were waiting a VERY long time at each station.
Finally, when I was in the cashier pay line, the man behind me (to no one in particular) read aloud- in a quiet voice, “if you pay by credit card, you will be charged one extra dollar…” there was silence. Then I noticed another senior brought to the front of our line. To break the silence, I said, to no one in particular and without looking at the man, “I can’t wait, in 10 years I get to be in that express lane.”
There was silence as the man processed what I said, then after a moment I heard him ask in his quiet tone, “Are you proud of that? Most people want to hide how old they are.” I looked at him then for the first time. He was a man who bore the tattoos and piercings of a younger man, so many that I thought he was perhaps a former gang member.
I answered cheerfully, “Why yes I am! I’m proud of my years. I never want to look back. Only forward,” He was quiet and seemed to be thinking.
Then we went and waited for awhile to have our pictures be taken. I was called- answered a few questions including the date and year of my birthday, and sat down. A minute later the man was called. When the lady asked him his birthday, he pointed at me and said boisterously, “Same as hers!” The lady said ‘what?” He said loudly, “I was born in the same year as her, 1962!” We all chuckled…I hope I made him proud of his years!