A couple of weeks back, we were persuaded by a young lady who forestcats was babysitting (actually, overfeeding ice cream, but I know I discussed that before) to take her to John's Incredible Pizza. What happened was that they had a company policy to give Senior Discounts. Fine.
The problem? The Senior Discount starts at age 55, which I had just attained a few days previously.
When I squawked about it, and after my wife stopped laughing at me, the young lady charged BOTH of us at the Senior rate.