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I went for a haircut this morning, and when settling up at the till I handed over the sum on the cash register and a reasonable tip.
It was only when I got outside that I realised I had been charged the 65+ rate.
I am not sixty-five plus. I am not even sixty-five.
I admit to being settled in er... middle age, but I was absolutely mortified.
I am tall, of slender build, do not move at snail's pace and still have a reasonably resplendent head of hair in a pleasing shade of steel grey, since you ask.
If I were a horse being examined for purchase, I have little doubt that the vet would certify me as being sound in wind and limb.
I was mortified. Mortified and insulted, as it happens.
I am considering both legal action and moving this post to the 'What's upsetting you today'? thread.
On the other hand I did save £4.50 ($6.70)
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