Hi there
I've mentioned before how I get irked when shop assistants, cafe servers, and the like, call me twee names. Seniors appear to be magnets for such names. When I was on My Great South Island Road Trip I popped into a cafe for a take-away sandwich. The server handed me my receipt -
"Here you are, darling."
I gritted my teeth. "Thank you ... Sweetie-pie."
Oh, no, I felt awful over what I'd said, but then I read the woman's expression; first, puzzlement, then awareness. Oh, she realised the situation...
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