Old fears and failures....

A few days ago I was an (read: THE ONLY) active participant in a blatant act of age discrimination.

And I feel really bad about it.

I was in the market café section of a large grocery store that might should go unnamed (Wegman's) trying to decide what to have for supper.

The last few times I was there, I eyed the burrito stand. Now I, and the rest of my family (except for Ruby, who is the fan of few things food, unless they are mostly not-so-good for her) are huge Chipotle fans. And the menu and surroundings looked as if this could be a reasonable fascimile.

But it was a lonely counter, save for an elderly, even kindly-looking, gentleman waiting to make a burrito or burrito bowl. And I hemmed and hawed for awhile, and then....

...decided that I just couldn't have this guy make my burrito.

Why? My reason is poor.

I'm used to some young, tattooed, pierced character make what my white-bread world thought process considers a newfangled food. (despite the fact that burritos were probably first made by the Aztecs around 500 years ago. It took a long time for some food to make its way to North-Central PA). In my mind I must have thought: "This isn't who I want doing this. Now if I wanted meatloaf and mashed potatoes…"

So I passed, and got a hoagie made by a person who looked like she should make hoagies.

What does this say about me? What if someone refused to have email me something to write or edit because I'm old enough to have used a typewriter and carbon paper?

I am disgusted with myself.

It will soon be supper time again.

I might need me a burrito.