I am on the phone to a major department store in London from which we have just bought a new television (current one bought in 2006, so it was well time).
We think we may need an additional part, but we’re a bit unclear, so I try the telephone “technical” department. They couldn’t help. I am told we need “customer service” and the call is transferred. The new advisor tells us we were right in the first place, so I phone back, get a different advisor and finally get the information I needed.
In other words, the usual run-around that one expects more from government (central or local) departments than from commercial enterprises.
I am tired and fed up. With each discussion, at some point, I mention, “My husband and I are in our 80s. This is really too technical for us, and we just need some help.”
In other words, I pulled the “old person” card.
And each time, it seemed to work. There was a softening in the voice, a greater appearance of the wish to help and a concern that it should be sorted. The issue wasn’t sorted any faster as far as I can tell, but I gained sympathy and general helpfulness.
Was I right to do so?
The existence of a special pass applying to old people is not something that is much discussed.
Yes, we know that if someone has cancer, they can throw this into some conversations and get additional sympathy. And sometimes additional services when they would otherwise be refused. This is often called “pulling the cancer card” and makes sense up to a point.
But cancer is something that only some people get, and everyone tends to feel that people with cancer deserve priority in many circumstances. It does raise questions, of course, of whether there should equally be a “chronic diarrhoea card” or an “OCD card” or all the other conditions one could suffer from, but I will let that pass.
The thing about being old is that it comes to us all and therefore, it could be argued, does not single us out for special attention as such. Moreover, emphasising such a “condition” only serves to turn old age into something that deserves sympathy, whereas my general view is that it is a lovely time of life.
I felt there was something ‘cheap’ about using it to attempt to gain some sort of special attention. Indeed, it reinforces prejudices (in the sense of ‘pre-judgements’) about age that I would prefer to dispel.
But many people would argue that old people are frail and less able to cope with modern life and therefore it is reasonable to ask for the extra mile in our favour.
Perhaps the question comes down to what do we mean by old?
In most societies these days, the specification of ‘old’ begins at 60 or, at most, 65. Perhaps there would be – and should be – less sympathy for anyone pulling the ‘old’ card when he or she was a mere 61.
As we live longer, the concept of ‘old’ crosses a wider span. 20 years ago I was 61. So what about 70? Or 80? Is it OK then?
My friend who is in her late 90s and fighting fit declares that no one is old until they are 90. If so, I had no right to pull the “old person” card.
Moreover, I am hale and healthy (and stand on my head, as I have written before), so why should I expect more sympathy because of my age?
It is a genuine question. The truth is that I don’t expect more sympathy in most circumstances – queueing for an hour might be different. But we all use whatever ammunition we can muster to get a desired result.
Was I right to do so?
Have you ever pulled the “old person” card? How did you feel about it? Did it help you to get what you wanted?
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I do it all the time
I think it is perfectly fine to ask for support – in other words, it is ok to say that “ it is too technical” and that we are in our 80’s. The Western world makes out that older is somehow inferior rather than seeing this as a stage of life when others show respect for your years ( and presumably your life wisdom) by helping out. Maybe people
“play the old card” because society does not afford positive attitudes to age. There is nothing wrong with using the old card.
I’ve used the old person, hubs has multiple cancers, limited sight card many times in the last few years. Occasionally I have been brought to tears by people’s response. Called the power company because I was afraid a tree was going to hit our power line. Too young men responded. I had said it would take a guy in a chainsaw. I said it was no problem. They could easily take the one down and I asked if they wouldn’t mind trimming the others so we wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while and gave a brief description of our circumstance. They conferred a few minutes after they walk back to the truck. Knocked on the door and said if we just took it all down do you have somebody who could haul it away for you? Yes. At the end of trimming a whole 15×10 area down to the ground, they were massive piles of small trees and not so small ones. They asked me again three times. Are you sure you have helped to deal with what we’ve left. Yes I do but they also stop back to make sure that it had been hauled away a few days later. A recent service person gave us their personal cell phone, so if we had a problem we could call them. After we turned in a repair ticket. They realized we’re both have health issues and live in a very rural isolated place and I can no longer drive so it would be hard to get help without a phone or internet. Yes, we have been blessed by caring people.
I hadn’t thought about it this way before. Great article! In one sense, I have done this, but not necessarily because I’m old but because I’ve been out of the workplace for so long and have only taught myself internet/computer skills as I’ve needed them. At times, when I’ve had to contact my internet company due to problems and the tech starts to go on about things I know nothing about, I stop them and let them know that I’m little more than a ludite and they’ll have to take me very slowly through this. They’re always accommodating. When I’m on the bus (my hair is whitish Grey, I’ve let it go natural), people often offer me their seat. I only accept if I’m going very far and am carrying very heavy parcels, otherwise, I say that I don’t mind standing, even if the person offering is young male student. I’m not an invalid. But I do thank them for their kindness. And so on with other age related assumptions.
I didn’t ask for the “old” card to be used but we were given preferential treatment for having gray hair.
We were waiting in line at the Quito airport to go through immigration. It was the middle of the night and we had been up for 24 hours. My husband and I were pulled out of the regular line and were allowed to use the line that the disabled and airline crew gets to use.
In Ecuador they treat what they call “third age” with respect. They have special lines and discounts that only people over 65 get.
We are going back there to live in two weeks.