So I have this (bad?) habit of calling everyone hun or babe. It has slowly gotten worse over the years. Occasionally I would call my brother hun which was kind of weird and made both of us uncomfortable. And now I'm noticing that I accidentally call people at work hun.
I don't mind so much if I call people I consider friends hun or babe (more often hun than babe), they seem to be cool with it. I catch myself (too late) calling casual acquaintences hun instead of by their name or "hey you!" I am sure this isn't the most appropriate way to address people, and have on occasion seen people give me side eye about it....and then I moved on.
I think the line might have been crossed in the past few weeks as I have called the guy that sits next to me hun. He did not react, but I am sure he was just being nice.
As I was awake at 3am this morning, it dawned on me that I am "THAT" lady....you know, the older woman you work with that calls everyone sweetie or sweetheart because you are sure she can't remember anyone's name. You know, THAT lady that you're nice to, but secretly make fun of for being old and out of touch?
How is it possible that I have so quickly become "THAT" lady? Next thing neighbourhood kids will skip our house at Halloween for fear of "THAT" lady...the witch...the one rumoured to have 20 cats and eat small children. "Come here sweetie, I have some nice hard candies for you"
I think I need to go finish my malted chocolate milk, eat a banana for some potassium and empty my sleeve of thousands of tissues that have taken up residence then have a nice long nap in my rocker with my fraying afghan and a Danielle Steele novel that I will pretend to read. I will leave a mirror on the table next to me in case you need to check if I'm still breathing ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment