I've noticed a difference in the way people interact with me, too.
From speaking a little slower, louder, to giving extra discounts, and other things.
But, I swear, if one more total stranger honey-sugar-darlins me, I might just scream.
That just sticks in my crawl.
If you need to address me, ma'am or Ms. will do just fine.
Ya'll got a getting older pet peeve?
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Nope! I keep relevant with my career. Not a slam on those that have retired. But certainly in my career, industry, they just don't care your age, they are only concerned about performance.
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It's every day life. Has nothing to do with working, or how relevant you are.
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Cannot think of one, just now, but if I were in an area where they honey-sugar-darling, I think I would explode. I am not crazy about being addressed as "dad" by people who are not my children. Luckily most of the forms of address over here are pretty neutral. Elder brother, younger brother, uncle, aunt, elder sister, younger sister, etc.
I get honey'd all the damn time and it drives me nuts. Generally is from people younger then say 50. I've gotten to the point where I now tell them that it's very disrespectful to do that to anyone.
I had a male customer in his 30s (big feeling ego kind of guy) who insisted on calling me sweetheart over and over. I finally stopped scanning his order and told him how rude and disrespectful he was being and that I was not his wife or mistress and that such terms of endearment should be reserved for them; not a total stranger handling his food. He got offended but I didn't care.
It really sticks in my craw to hear that. I've heard women call me honey so much in the last few months that I finally printed out a sticker to wear on my shirt at work that says, "My Name is NOT Honey; it *****"
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Cannot think of one, just now, but if I were in an area where they honey-sugar-darling, I think I would explode. I am not crazy about being addressed as "dad" by people who are not my children. Luckily most of the forms of address over here are pretty neutral. Elder brother, younger brother, uncle, aunt, elder sister, younger sister, etc.
Yeah that would drive me nuts. Being addressed as "Dad" by strangers is a bit rude.
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I've been called that, too, by many over the years.
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Well, my "rapping" just doesn't cut it apparently! Lol
Ah. I see.
And was this free form, or rapping along with the radio?
Who makes a difference, too.
My kids would try to take my tapes and CDs to school.
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It was a battle of wills with a 13 yr old, who got grounded.
Battles of will here usually end with a pissed off 5 year old proclaiming how much he hates me and stomping off to his room. He has yet to realize that 1) I'm fine with him hating me and 2) I can outstubborn a mule. My job isn't to be liked. It's to raise a functioning adult. Learning how to accept being told no is part of that.
It was a battle of wills with a 13 yr old, who got grounded.
Battles of will here usually end with a pissed off 5 year old proclaiming how much he hates me and stomping off to his room. He has yet to realize that 1) I'm fine with him hating me and 2) I can outstubborn a mule. My job isn't to be liked. It's to raise a functioning adult. Learning how to accept being told no is part of that.
Oh my gosh! What would make me madder than a wet hen was for mom to make me come back and leave a room correctly after we had a "fight".
She would make me redo it until she thought I had the right attitude.
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Caitlyn and I crank it up and sing together. Jesse will join in at times. Aaron laughs and dances.
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Battles of will here usually end with a pissed off 5 year old proclaiming how much he hates me and stomping off to his room. He has yet to realize that 1) I'm fine with him hating me and 2) I can outstubborn a mule. My job isn't to be liked. It's to raise a functioning adult. Learning how to accept being told no is part of that.
Oh my gosh! What would make me madder than a wet hen was for mom to make me come back and leave a room correctly after we had a "fight".
She would make me redo it until she thought I had the right attitude.
You should've done a model walk for her. Sashay out of the room with a wave of your hand.
Battles of will here usually end with a pissed off 5 year old proclaiming how much he hates me and stomping off to his room. He has yet to realize that 1) I'm fine with him hating me and 2) I can outstubborn a mule. My job isn't to be liked. It's to raise a functioning adult. Learning how to accept being told no is part of that.
Oh my gosh! What would make me madder than a wet hen was for mom to make me come back and leave a room correctly after we had a "fight".
She would make me redo it until she thought I had the right attitude.
You should've done a model walk for her. Sashay out of the room with a wave of your hand.
Nope. That would have got me a whipping and I'd have to come back and leave again.
You didn't get sassy with my mom.
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I'm a Yankee, and those southern honeys and darlins don't bother me a bit. Well, when they come from women. Now, if it is said by men, the circumstance really matters and they usually get a response they weren't expecting, like "yes, little sweet pickle?".
Most of my pet peeves have to do with driving. It's obvious that driver education is not mandatory in this State. I flat out hate it when people think they are being nice by holding up traffic for people who do not have the right of way. It's dangerous. Furthermore, right turn on red does mean you still have to wait for traffic to clear. And why the hell do people pull out in front of others causing them to slam on the brakes when there was no one else behind????
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
over the last several years, since we've opened our own business, have noticed that people are opening doors for ME, younger men, men my own age, older men and women of nearly any age--as have been opening doors for others my entire life am somewhat unused to the courtesy when extended to me--my physical appearance hasn't changed significantly in the last twenty years, though am starting to sport a little grey--my lady says that it is due to the fact that i'm no longer wearing my disguise--the suits, the ties, the watches, the custom boots, etc. and that people are reacting to who i truly am
interesting to be sure
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I'm a Yankee, and those southern honeys and darlins don't bother me a bit. Well, when they come from women. Now, if it is said by men, the circumstance really matters and they usually get a response they weren't expecting, like "yes, little sweet pickle?".
Most of my pet peeves have to do with driving. It's obvious that driver education is not mandatory in this State. I flat out hate it when people think they are being nice by holding up traffic for people who do not have the right of way. It's dangerous. Furthermore, right turn on red does mean you still have to wait for traffic to clear. And why the hell do people pull out in front of others causing them to slam on the brakes when there was no one else behind????
I have the same peeve about people pulling out in front of me, especially when they don't hit the gas after turning.
Not sure about your state but some people here will honk at you if you don't turn right on red. It's not mandatory to do so even though it's legal unless there's sign stating otherwise. Honking at me just encourages me to wait for the green light. There's a lot of red light runners and people who deliberately speed up just to block you in my area so it's often prudent to wait for the green light anyway. Never mind that I can see the pedestrian in the crosswalk, oncoming traffic, etc. and they can't and I'm not about to run someone over or get into an accident just so the impatient driver behind me can go 2 seconds faster. Right of way rules aren't respected much here either. Ditto for treating a blinking red or nonfunctional light as a stop sign. 2-3 cars (in the same lane) will go at a time and some people don't bother to stop.
I drive like I have a score to settle. I know it. I own it.
I can't stand people who drive like they just saw a car for the first time.
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My pet peeve is drivers who run that last second of yellow - where it is actually red- when people are waiting to turn left. There is actually an intersection that I use on my way to/from work where I have learned to wait a split second to finish my turn because I know someone is going to run a red.
