I remember well the day I was offered a senior meal discount at Burger King.
I had been going there regularly for breakfast on the way to work. I knew exactly what it cost to get a croissanwich and coffee because I was in a rut. I had my money ready. The young lady at the counter was new. She did not know I was a regular customer who knew my menu prices. She charged me less than expected, less than usual.
To impress her with my honesty, I corrected her and said the price that I was used to paying. My what a guy!
The cashier, without any discernible public relations skills, pointed to a sign that said, “Free coffee for seniors with purchase of sandwich.” She had assumed that I was a senior. So I asked her the age requirement to be a senior at Burger King. She told me age 55. That means she believed that I looked to be 55 years old.
She was wrong. I was merely 53. I informed her that I would be paying for my coffee for two more years.
I resisted telling the manager of the incident and insisting on her discharge from employment. I was benevolent and forgiving. I even resisted boycotting Burger King.
I continued to patronize the establishment. They probably noticed my saintly behavior. They probably had a meeting about it at the regional office because from that day on they allowed me to pay full price.