“Hello sir—uh, ma’am.” “Hi! Sir, ma’am—whatever it’s ok. I have a turkey club and salt n’ vinegar chips.” “No. It’s not ok.” (Little laugh) “Yeah it is. Whatever!” “No. It isn’t.” “Aw. Don’t you think I’d make a dashing man?” “No.”
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.
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 It is outdated and you are more likely to offend someone than not.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...
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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 It is outdated and you are more likely to offend someone than not.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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