Stocking up for tomorrow’s company.

It was going to be a long walk in the sun from the car so Richard dropped me off at the front. I grabbed a cart, got just inside the doorway for a little shade, and stopped and fumbled with my purse to find my Costco card–you’re always supposed to show it to get in.

There was a lull just then in the streams of people, so I wasn’t in anyone’s way. I was having a hard time pulling it out of its spot in my wallet.

“That’s okay,” the woman stationed as doorcheck said to me, “I believe you”–just as I pulled it out. There you go!

“Have a nice day, sir,” she beamed.

Blink.

Skirt. Purse. Recently brushed longish hair pulled to the front (so as to keep it out of my seatbelt while we were in the car.) Tee and tunic.

But then I would be the person who would think one word and have a different one come out of my mouth when I’m tired and only realize it (well I usually do) the moment I heard it myself. So I guess I had it coming.

She didn’t even realize, one way or another.  This is certainly not the South, and given her accent she may never even have heard nor known the word ma’am. How many words in English are gender specific compared to other languages? (Blond and blonde…) Sir is an  honorific where I come from and clearly from where she was coming from, so, enjoy. I laughed and went on my way.