Have My Grand Slam I Must

Yesterday, eating breakfast at Denny's I was. Go there a lot I do. The senior's discount I get, so money I save. "See your I.D. may I?" the waitress asked. Ringing up my bill she was. At first, flattered I was. But then, leaving my driver's license in my other robe I remembered! How embarassing. She said give me the senior's discount she could not if have my I.D. I did not. Reasoning with her I tried. "For 800 years, qualified for the discount I have been!" Listen she would not. "Make the rules I do not," she said. Use the Jedi Mind Trick on her I had to. Have my Grand Slam I must. Pay full price I will not.