nothingness

After sitting at the computer for what seems like hours I resort to this... nothing. It isn't as if I'm not incredibly busy and yes for Goodness Sake VERY Exciting, but I can't imagine you would be interested in hearing all about my delicious beef sub at the Diner today and how some young waiter kept calling me - of all things -- MA'AM!

HELLO??? Does that KID NOT know that I'm FUN and YOUNG and how.dare.he.resort.to.calling.me.MAAM!!!

Why? Why oh why does it bother me so??? Ma'am: a term used in addressing the Queen or royal princess in Britain. Also, "a woman of refinement" or a "Polite address for a woman". I should feel honored, respected, downright royal!

Yet somehow, for some reason.... it's old.

It's not miss. It's not Ms. - for some reason they seem so... you know, young.

I was having lunch with an old friend from High School and he kept saying "sorry ma'am" and "thank you ma'am" and "this ma'am" and "that ma'am". It was so annoying. Finally as he walked away I said to my friend "I WISH HE WOULD QUIT CALLING ME MA'AM!".

Of course she chuckled.... and smiled... and I thought to myself "WHY hasn't he called HER that????"

It only got worse. At one point, a waiter (whom I knew) stopped by our table to say hello. I finally said to him, "Could you tell that New BOY that he should stop calling me MA'AM!!!"

The young lad finally came over and apologized.

I don't think he'll ever do it again.

Comments

Heth said…
HAHAHAHAHA

I know how you feel though. I've been called Ma'am before and it totally caught me off guard. I was like...."Are you talking to ME?"
Wednesday, October 11, 2006 8:04:00 AM
Amie said…
Tormenting servers, eh? She's right, he will remember you! Did ya' feel better after he appologized?
Wednesday, October 11, 2006 3:25:00 PM
iridium said…
I hate it when people call me Ma'am.

grrrrrrrrr.
Thursday, October 12, 2006 12:35:00 PM
Amy Flege said…
OHH THIS REMINDS ME OF WHEN PEOPLE CALL ME "MRS FLEGE"....DANG THATS NOT ME, THATS MY MOTHER IN LAW!! UGH!!!
Thursday, October 12, 2006 2:34:00 PM
melanie said…
ok- so we had this discussion a few weeks ago at the diner. is mam for anyone? i totally think so. i always call people mam, especailly little girls and teenagers. so it's all my fault! come beat me up!
Friday, October 13, 2006 2:38:00 PM
melanie said…
ps: a young man just quit a week or so ago, was it he? ..now i know why...
Friday, October 13, 2006 2:39:00 PM
Brenda said…
LOL @ melanie!! It's not so bad at least he didn't call you stupid, "hey stupid do you want more pop?" LOL!!
Sunday, October 15, 2006 11:18:00 PM
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