One of the pleasures of being retired is that occasionally you are mistaken for someone who isn't.
As in: Nancy and Husband are approached by Marketing Person at The Shaw Festival. "Can I interest you in season's passes? You'll save a lot because the season isn't over yet! You're not retired, but if you were, you would save even more!
This happens to us, in different ways, quite frequently.
Am I deluding myself? I fear that out there in Marketing Land there is probably a handbook with the heading: Flattering the Young Aged for Profit.
Then again, perhaps I'll take my flattery where I can find it.