This blogger at Boomer Cafe doesn’t like to be called Ma’am. She encountered a punk kid at the grocery line who had the audacity to call her Ma’am. The skater is lucky this boomer broad didn’t take out her .38 and put a cap in his ass. How dare him call her Ma’am in front of everybody. 🙂
Hey, when anybody calls me Sir, I’ll take it. “Yes, sir. No, sir. Right away Sir.” Music to my ears.
However, I sure can identify with this statement:
You notice it in how people, younger people, look at you—or don’t look at you at all. It’s more like they just look through you, like you’re not even worth taking note of. You used to be tall or short, cute or pretty or handsome. Now you’re just generic. A generic pre-geriatric Boomer. Hardly worth a glance.
OMG, I hate that feeling. Blah. Downer. Who do I complain to? “Jeez, honey, that twenty-something didn’t even notice I was trying to hold my belly in.”
That’s gonna be tough to get used to – being ignored.