Clubs You Don't Want to Join

You know the old expression about not wanting to join any club that would let you in as a member? Well, there is another variation on it. For example, it was a great day in my life when I lost my Premier Club membership on United, because it meant I wasn't spending as much time on planes. That was a brief loss of membership, I regret to say. Today, she-who-studiously-ignored-my-birthday managed to save the mail from AARP inviting me to sign up. How do those bastards know I turned 50? Is there like some kind of reward system wherein they get fellow family members to rat me out or something? Give us a referral and you get this six month supply of Grecian Formula for free? Sigh. I admit I like the idea of retiring, just not the idea of being old enough to do it. It's only a matter of time before AARP shares the mailing list with the cemeteries in the area.