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Age Is But A Number

She knocked on the door. A smiling old woman answered, looking surprised.
- Hello – she said hurriedly -, is this Exit?
- Yes, it is. Why?
- I’d like to join. Here’s the money, my ID, and the joining form.
She was enthusiastic; this has brought her down under in the first place. Helping people and herself, with legal permission, in a decent way, that was her aim here.
The lady looked at the documents with contempt.
- You are 20 years old. Our webpage clearly says you have to be at least 50 to be eligible.
- But why?! I came all the way through the ocean just to help your organization!
- You are too young to understand… – the lady tried to close the door. She put one shoe in there before it was completely shut.
- I’m not going anywhere, you ageist bitch.
Behind the door was another administrator, a man. He called the police as soon as he heard the first angry word.
The police arrived soon, and took her away. Apparently, she was old enough to suffer, but not enough to be relieved.

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