My joy at achieving a certain American rite of passage conflicts with my reluctance to reveal my age.
Fuck.
OK, I'm going to share the glee at getting something, but let's be very unclear.
Maybe I already got it - years ago, months ago, days ago.
Maybe I haven't got it yet, but I'm going to get it - days from now, weeks from now, years from now, and I can't stand the anticipation of getting it, so I'm sharing it in advance.
Maybe I JUST GOT IT AND I AM SQUEALING INSIDE LIKE A SIX-YEAR-OLD!
The "it" is the America the Beautiful Senior Pass.
Or, as I like to call it: the LIFETIME national park pass! A lifetime! A whole life! The rest of my life!
Starting from whenever I turned or will turn 62. If that ever happened or might happen at some indeterminate date in the past or future.
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| Lifetime senior pass |
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