The other day, I got a letter from my friendly provincial government. Inside was a brochure. “Important information about seniors’ drug benefits,” it said in extra-large type, thoughtfully designed for aging eyes. I immediately threw it in the garbage. No! No! No! No! This does not mean me.
Stuff like this keeps coming, but I intend to hold out as long as possible. Denial seems like a perfectly reasonable strategy at this point. My husband feels the same. He won’t even buy seniors’ subway tickets. He refuses to be marked by the sign of the scarlet S.