I started work last night. It wasn't bad . . . until I went over to help some teenage girls who were shopping. I asked if they were doing alright and if they needed any help. They said, "No, ma'am, we're fine."
Ma'am. I've tried to deny it for a long time. In fact, when I was a youth minister in Arkansas, one of my posted rules was, "Do not call Amy 'ma'am!' " I was admonished (remember, Shane?), because the kids were being raised to say, "ma'am," and "sir," and I needed to encourage that, but I was only 24 years old at the time and certainly didn't feel like a ma'am!!!!
But last night wasn't the first time, just recently, that I've been called "ma'am" by teenagers. I don't know what magical point in life makes you a "ma'am" or a "sir," but apparently I have reached it. It is six years after I declared to a group of teenagers in Arkansas that I wasn't a ma'am, and at some moment in those six years, I have become a ma'am. So I concede. I don't tell them anymore not to call me that. Ma'am I am.
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Yes, I remember the admonition. I also think that the ban on calling Amy "ma'am" was a great way of connecting with them. They respected you at 24 and because of their great respect, they called you "ma'am." As for the teens you met at work . . . they just think you are old. :-)
Yeah, well, that was my point. You get old, then you become a ma'am. :o)
I'M STILL NOT A MA'AM! Heh.
I'm "Miss Courtney".
<3 you! CBB
this makes me laugh! you're in tejas now, ma'am. i know, i get it, too. "yes, ma'am." "no, ma'am." (do we look old? no!) it's just kosher in these parts, i guess. so, where are you working?!
Palais Royal. And NO we do not look old, we look GREAT!!!! We're hotties. Hottie hot hot hot hotties. Don't you think?
I hope you had a WONDERFUL b-day.
Love you bunches!!
CBB
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