White hair, no hair….

Yesterday I stopped by the grocery on the way home from work. I bought a few canned vegetables and was going home to make a marinated version of them for tonight’s supper.

My oldest nephew happened to check me out at the register. The total was like $4.19. He looked at me and said “I think you qualify for the senior citizen’s discount, since you can’t grow hair on your head.” He then punched a button and lopped off about 20 cents.

I know he’s my nephew and my brother is really my brother. They’ve got that same, smart-aleck sense of humor. It’s a good thing.

I may grow my white beard back and see if I can get a bigger discount.