[Begin rant] Okay, so I've got to say it: if you don't know me, please don't ever call me by a pet name. You know what I mean, "Honey," "Sugar," "Sweetie," "Dear," "Darlin'," etc. I'm sorry: you don't know me. I'm not your "Sugar!" And even if you do know me, you obviously don't know me well enough to know that I hate being called by pet names. Yep, I detest it.
Case in point: I went to a well-known bookseller on Wednesday to pick up a book. As my sale was being processed by a clerk who was at least five years younger than me, I was called "Sugar pie," "Sweetie," and "Dear" in the matter of two minutes. Hello.... did I miss when we became best of friends over the purchase of my awesome new book? Hmmm... Oh, and this is not one of your better customer service moves either -- it's okay to be friendly with me, but not that friendly!
So here's the deal friends, readers, family, and others: if you are not an older person, a Southern person (after all, it's a culture thing), a very dear friend or super-close family member, or a waitress at a greasy spoon in the heartland, please, please, please don't use a pet name with me. You haven't earned that right, and I'm not giving it away. Either call me by my given name, or don't call me at all. [End rant]
Thanks for reading. :-)
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