I thought she was still the little girl in the picture.
Time flies. And I'd better look out. The next thing that will happen is that there will be humans on this earth who are calling me "Grandma."
They can stand in line behind those that currently call me "Ma'am."
I was called "Ma'am" just the other day. At the grocery store. By the check-out girl. With an edge to her voice.
All because I insisted on finding seven cents? There wasn't anyone behind me in line. Oh believe me. I have my pride. I have a horror of being one of those women who pull out their check book way after the groceries are packed, and the kid is waiting to push the cart out to her car to collect a scroungy little tip...where he is going to suffer a disappointment--
Because that kind of woman is not going to give him a tip. It will have been almost more than she could manage making out that check.
I am not one of those women. I was wearing my yoga clothes, so there. But suddenly the idea of receiving 93 cents in change was more than I could handle. In spite of the serenity inducing yoga class.
So okay, I took a bit of time to find the nickel. Pennies I had aplenty. But a @#!*# nickel? I might as well have been looking for a gold piece from an Errol Flynn movie.
Finally I found one. I put the 7 cents into her mangy hand...instead of throwing it onto the counter for her to scrape up, like many rude people do--
And the guttersnipe said "Thank you, ma'am," with a sniff in her voice.
Still on a high from having won the battle of change, I didn't register the sniff until I was behind the wheel of my car, and it was too late to yank her pigtails.
Aside from the fact Caroline Kennedy never steps inside a grocery store, I'll bet everyone still thinks she is four years old. Therefore, she is in no danger of ever being address as Ma'am.
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