I went to the store yesterday and picked the smallest line to stand in. The checker was a nice young man who looked like he just got hit by the puberty stick. As I inched closer checking out the tabloid headlines (Come on who don't?) He says "Hello Ma'am and how are you today?" Ma'am!? Ma'am?! I suddenly flash back to my childhood sitting in a hard cold steel plastic seat of a shopping cart with my mother. Ma'am?! that is what they said to her! Not me! I was cute, sweet, lil angel!
To top it all off I was buying beer in this order and he didn't even card me . You have to look atleast 28 in order to buy tobacco products or alcohol.
I come home all depressed and defeated. Speak nothing of this to Rick...when Rick asks me "Ma'am can I....(he wanted me to do something, frankly after I heard Ma'am I totally blocked him out)" I said WHAT?! He says hon I am from the South it is a sign of respect and just the way we were raised. It kinda made me feel better. But I realize with everyday I'm not getting younger. And the cashier was just being polite...but Geez...you can atleast lie to me and make my day for asking for my ID!
O-well Kiddies I guess with age comes wisdom...they say....but I would take getting carded over knowing E=mc squared any day!
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