As if getting hearing aids at 38, bifocals at 41, and having creaky knees wasn’t enough, I got this in the mail yesterday.
I really don’t want or need any help feeling older than I am, thank you very much.
I also know that this probably wasn’t actually for me. Many of those advertising algorithms that companies run mistake me for my dad because I’m a junior. And since he died seven years ago, I’ve gotten many pieces of mail addressed to me that I know were actually probably for him.
Cigar catalogs (I don’t smoke)
Golf magazines (nope, not my thing either)
And now an AARP advert at the ripe old age of 42. Gotta love it.