"He's over fifty!"

That was a line in this year's play regarding my character. Apparently it reverberated into the real world, though:

I received an AARP card in yesterday's mail.

I'm only 41. I'm not sure whether to be amused or insulted.
No, I do know: I'm insulted. "I may have this white beard, but between my legs I'm still as green as Boccaccio!"