Who Told You That You Could Call Me By My First Name?

Oh man! Some of you guys kill me......

"Sweetie" from a young female to a male of over 50 means ONE thing: You are absolutely, irretrievably, indubitably, and irredeemably past the age of consideration for anything other than I'll-fill-your-coffee-and-smile-and-you-tip-me-and-leave status.
 
Oh man! Some of you guys kill me......

"Sweetie" from a young female to a male of over 50 means ONE thing: You are absolutely, irretrievably, indubitably, and irredeemably past the age of consideration for anything other than I'll-fill-your-coffee-and-smile-and-you-tip-me-and-leave status.

Well, I love it. But my tipping is still always based on the service, regardless of who the server is. I do try to tip well because I've been on the other side of the bar and got an appreciation for the lives of people who had to work for tips for a living.
 
I don't mind being called by my first name ...but lately more people have been calling me sir, which for whatever reason makes me feel old. Maybe I am getting old, or maybe I'm already old, but somehow I don't welcome the reminders or hints that I am old. I'd rather have the 20-somethings give me a lustful eye, but that stopped happening. First name? Have at it.
 
Many many years ago during my time as a Drill Sergeant, a trainee asked me what my first name was. I gave him my best "mean face" for about 10 seconds and then said. "Sergeant". I thought he was going to puke. :eek:, I turned and walked away. He was actually a pretty good kid, so after graduation, I bought him a beer at the PX. I heard he turned out to be a pretty good soldier.
 
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