I was scooping some mashed potatoes and gravy onto my plate in the buffet line (I don't go very often these days since I've been overcome with a hand washing obsession) and the girl next to me (she had to be around ten years old) turned my way and said: "How are you sir?" I was surprised and impressed almost to the point of being knocked down speechless but I did manage to reply that I was good and to ask how she was doing. This kid certainly made my day!!!
Maybe she was within the sound of my voice distance a minute or two earlier when I most proudly informed the cashier (who also called me "sir") of my senior citizen status? Gotta claim those applicable well deserved discounts.
And to think .... there was a time, not all that long ago, when I hated people referring to me as "sir." Now it feels like a warm and fuzzy, gesture of sincere respect moment.
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