I was at the deli today, just patiently waiting my turn, you know? And it was like, three young men, all served before me – one didn’t even have a ticket, just strolled up. I mean, I’m 68, I’m basically furniture now, I guess. I just stood there, thinking about how you become this sort of invisible thing after a certain age, like your presence just… doesn’t register. And honestly, part of me was just like, WHATEVER, I’ll wait, but the other part was just… rage, simmering, you know? Like, I EARNED my spot in this queue, dammit.