It's Official.

I am an old person.

My visit to the doc today, after monitoring my blood pressure every 3 days for a month, resulted in me being given a prescription for quinapril.

I entered the small drugstore in the medical building, set my prescription on the counter and said, "I'm officially an old person."

The druggist read my doc's written request and looked me in the eye and said, "And fat."

My very first scrambled thought was, "He can't have just said that." But yes, he had.
Then I thought, "He must think he knows me and is sort making a joke." I know I am overweight, but...

Rather than be offended by this man, who is two decades older and at least 100 pounds heavier than me, I just bantered with him about stresses in life: kids getting married, kids moving back home, home renos - the list goes on.

He printed off a few pages of information on the drug I will be taking every day for the rest of my life, slid it across the counter towards me and said, "Some homework for you."

I thought, "That's a nice casual way to word it. He must just be a casual informal kinda guy."

Then he added, "And join Weight Watchers."

I was so flabbergasted by the whole thing I just paid him over a dollar per pill and walked out sort of dazed and confused. After I left the building I thought of a thousand good remarks I could have made.

Join Weight Watchers. Ha! I'll show him. I stopped off at the liquor store bought a bottle of Fat Bastard Shiraz. Cheers! to the fat bastard who will not get one more cent of the $1.20 a day I will spend for the rest of my life.