We needed milk, so I figured I'd swing by the gas station and grab some before I went home. I bustled inside and grabbed a half gallon. I went up to the cashier to pay for it.
The cashier looked to be anywhere between 20-28 years old. It was hard to tell. He was definitely younger than me.
"Is that it, Sweetie?" he asked.
AW HELL NO.
"SWEETIE!?" I asked in my teacher voice.
"I-I-I didn't mean it in a bad way," he stammered. I clearly scared the crap out of him.
I paid for my milk.
"Happy Holidays," he offered.
"Happy Holidays," I muttered back, avoiding eye contact.
He surely went home that night and complained about the BITCH who flipped out because he called her "Sweetie". But I hope eventually he realized he was wrong.
At least I scared him!
Our president elect may be able to brag about grabbing women by the pussy, but it will be a COLD DAY IN HELL before a man who is NOT my husband and who is NOT my uncle is allowed to call me "Sweetie".
Men, please do not call women you don't know "Sweetie" (or similar). I'm told it may be a common thing in the south, but up here in PA, it's a no go.