Stopped at the World Cup Cafe this morning to stock up on fair trade coffee. As I paid, the cashier asked me if I was military. I looked at her quizically and she explained, “Your USAA credit card – I thought maybe….”
I replied that, no, my dad had been career navy, and that I received the benefits of USAA as a dependent. The cashier explained that she was a USAA member for the same reason.
I chuckled to myself as I walked out of the place, realizing that it makes since not to think of someone my age as someone’s son.
At some point ion life we all become our own person. More likely, we do so at various points with the many different communities in which we all function.
I can’t wait to tell my dad this story. I bet he will get a kick out of it.