SHOPPING WITH THE ELDERLY

It seems to me, that after thousands of years of youngers caring for the elderly, the public sector would have come up with a special code for communication.

You know: when going to the bank with your 90-year-old mother, wouldn’t it be nice to simply wave your little pinky—and the bank teller would immediately know, 

“This one’s a little deaf!  Speak loudly!”

Or an arch of the right eyebrow would mean, 

“My mom’s got the mental ability of a 5-year-old—go slow and simple!”

A left eyewink says:  

“This old geezer is sharp as a tack, don’t try to pull anything over on him and DON’T treat him like a child!”

My family, being more practical-minded, says it wouldn’t work after a while.  We youngers would grow old and know the code.  “Ah, “ but my husband says with a scratching of his chin,  “you could counter-code back.  This means

 ‘I’m not as crazy as she thinks!’”