A Free Donut
There's a card in my wallet with my name on it. It sits among my credit cards and my Wegman's courtesy card as well as my Barnes & Noble membership. Yet, this little red-as-a-STOP-sign rectangle of plastic bears four mocking letters: AARP.
When I first received it, questions zoomed around in my head. Is this just another example of this Boomer's steady saunter away from the girl I used to be?