You never know quite when it’s going to happen but then it does. You’re standing in the coffee shop/grocery line/airport, and then someone says it.
“Hello ma’am. How can I help you?”
Now the first time you hear those words you think, “Well, maybe it’s just a young kid trying to be polite.” But you’re really thinking– ummm…when did I become old?
Most people say it starts at 30 and that was about right for me. Turning 30 last year, I thought, well self- time to start accepting you’re not young anymore (yeah yeah i know I’m not that old). I don’t feel any different (ok, who are we kidding, I definitely feel old while running nowadays) but it’s a whole different ball game being called ma’am.
First time: shocker.
Second time: annoyance.
Third time: acceptance.
Well, my lovely readers, I don’t recommend calling me ma’am. How about just Kat. And I’ll try to call you something nice as well.