Something odd happened to me last night. Seeing as it was Friday, on the way back from the park with the boys, I stopped off at the good old Delta Sonic to pick up a couple six packs of Middle Ages IPA. So, I go up to the cashier (who’s a cute kid, probably 22 years old, give or take), and she says to me, “is that all, honey?” So, I say yeah, and she says “that’s $9.23,” and I hand her my credit card thinking “nine bucks for two six packs that cost $7.99 each?” So she does the whole credit card thing and hands me that part you gotta sign, and says, “I just need you to sign this one, sweetie.”

Honey? Sweetie? What is this, Mel’s Diner? But this cute young girl sure don’t look like Flo.

I was trying to figure out if this was some experiment to see if a female calling a male ‘sweetie’ would be offensive in light of the whole Obama thing (didn’t offend me one bit, BTW), or if maybe that’s just how the kids talk to the old folks these days.

Either way, if she wants to charge me half price for beer, she can call me honey, sweetie, asshole, douchebag, or whatever else she wants.