Monday, June 14, 2010
Terms of endearment
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Really, you'd think everyone knows by now that I don't appreciate being called 'hon' or some other condescending moniker by some young whippersnapper young enough to be my daughter.
Apparently people in Roseburg do not read my blog.
While the nice young man was filling the gas tank, I went into the store for sugary caffeiny substances to keep me alert on the long drive down I-5.
It was a small store, with the cashier chatting with a friend. "Just let me know when you're ready, and I'll ring you up, hon."
Recalling McB's sage* advice, I responded appropriately. "Thanks, hon."
The girl replied, "no problem, darlin'."
"That's kind of you, darlin'," says I.
"No problem, dear," she says.
At that point I gave up. If I'd kept going, I would have called her another word, and it wasn't 'dear.'
Looking back, it occurs to me that I should've called her 'kid' or something like that. Would've been more polite than the word that I'd wanted to use.
Site du jour: Gina, of Fit by 41, maybe 42, is trying to re-motivate by starting a challenge. It's good to have company for these things, and I'm certainly not Miss Motivation right now, so I'm in. When I get to work, I'm going to make a pot of herb tea. That way, I'll be sure to keep up with the drinking water. One good thing about work, they have some tasty herb teas.
Exercise du jourWalk 5 miles.
Semi-done, but I'll take even 2 miles as a victory. Plus 2 pots of herb tea, so I did good on the drinkin' side of things.
*And thymely, too.