Here I am at breakfast at the BEST cafe on Marine Parade in Coolangatta on the Gold Coast. Then it starts. Hi Hon ( or is that Hun?) good to see you”. I nearly choke on my poached egg and wonder where a young woman – young enough to be my daughter… No, wait – young enough to be my grand daughter calling me Hon??? Ask yourself!
Whether she means Hon (as in Honey) or Hun (as in Matilla the Hun) I don’t know and frankly don’t care, you see I am neither!!!!! When was it we became so liberal in using words of endearment to perfect strangers.
What about filling up the car at a petrol station and the female attendant says to you “Thanks Mate”. Untrue! I am not her mate, nor do I wish to be. I am a woman, dressed in a suit, wearing pearls and I get called “Mate”?
Don’t you love it when the little chick at the checkout at your Supermarket gives you your change and says “Thanks luv”. The hide of it – I am not her ‘luv’ I don’t even know her, don’t even want to know her.
Then next as you walk away ( it is 5.15pm and nearly dark) I hear “Have a nice day!” Bloody hell, is everything that comes out of the mouth of persons at a checkout in a Supermarket always by remote control??
Do me a favour – say “Enjoy your evening” once it becomes 4pm the afternoon, say “Thanks for shopping at Woolworths” as you give me my change and another thing…. look me in the eye when you speak to me.
Oh well from me to you I say, Have a GREAT week!