Miss Me?

 

This is Henry here – my person has asked to write the blog this week. Frankly, I think it’s whiney, bitchy and negative. It seems as if she has found her voice!

Miss Me?

The checkout line lottery is a game of chance I’ve yet to win. Actually, I should probably wear a sign on my back – “This Line Will Take the Longest”. I THINK I can find the best line to get in, but then there is the person in front buying for her neighbor, Alma and needs two receipts, or some problem arises with the ATM card and then the bank card, or in this case, the world’s slowest checker is talking more than checking. It looks as if he has both hands, however it appears he can only use one at time,

When I finally get to the front, my elation is short lived. I’m greeted by “How’s it going, Miss!” Miss? Isn’t this an address for a young unmarried woman or girl? Of, course he can’t know if I’m married, and even though (in all modesty) I wear my 90 years pretty well, I’m nowhere close to young!

Sometimes I just let it go – if the guy has any redeeming qualities, which in the case are non existent. I asked him if he knew the definition of Miss and I may as well have asked him how to prepare Julia Child ham braised in vermouth. Not to be discouraged to give a lesson, I forged ahead. He then told me that’s just how he talks and that I was an odd woman to object. He tells me that women like to be called Miss – it makes them feel young. ( And he knows what women like...how? ) It makes ME feel patronized and condescended to and it would take something like a facelift, hair implants, and body sculpting to accomplish making me feel young.

What happened to the adage, “the customer is always right”? If the customer wants to be called Babycakes, just call her Babycakes. Anyway, “Mr. expert on what women want” wound up winning! As I turned and left with my cart, I heard him call out, “Have a nice day, Miss!” Ensuring that I wouldn’t.

Until next week.

And there you have it.

Kind regards,

Henry