books, sadness, and minor maladies
Ok New Yorkers, fix yer Brain! Or your Brian (Brianna?) - if that's this waiters name!
I used to get called "sir" in all sorts of unexpected places. Like buying tampons at the drug mart, for instance...or standing in line to purchase ladies' clothes. In ladies-only stores, not like the Gap where anyone could be purchasing anything for anyone. The clerks always sorta made out like I was in the wrong, like if it weren't for me, they wouldn't have embarrassed themselves...and thus, I ought to be the one who was embarrassed.It was kind of a fun game to play, actually.
She was not having any sort of gender shenanigans that day!I always wonder why cashiers are trained to say sir or ma'am anyway. It is outdated and you are more likely to offend someone than not. I was at a very casual place when this happened. the cashier in question must see hundreds of people every day...
...including men with bobbed hair and boobs? I mean really...you do not look like a dude!
Well, you make a dashing personality anyhow!
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