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I Am AARP - Toad


A couple days ago, I an AARP card in the mail. My first instinct was to be offended – how the hell did I get on their list? Can they see my Amazon purchases and just made an assumption that someone who buys old movies, ginko biloba, and fancy olive oil should be a member of AARP?

Then, I thought a bit more about it. Doesn’t an AARP card get you like a million discounts on things?  Don’t I love discounts? Don’t I love coupons? Don’t I always try to make it to the early bird showing of movies? Aren’t I concerted about bone health and retirement and my investments?

I might be 29, but I AM AARP. Well played AARP, well played.

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