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Howdy, Ma’am


The other day, I was at the Taco Bell drive-thru getting a lemonade.  I was on my lunch hour from work, so I was in a touch of a hurry.  As I am sitting there, all dressed up, full make up, hair actually “done” for a change–the young man who worked in the drive-thru called me “ma’am.”  Twice.


I know it’s cliche to say that no woman in her 40’s want to be called “ma’am”, but I wasn’t in sweats without make-up; I was in full regalia!  It would have been less painful for him to poke me in the eye with a plastic spork than to call me “ma’am.”


Seriously, I wasn’t expecting him to slip me his number or give me a free lemonade because he thought I was ‘cute,” but please don’t remind me that we BOTH know I’m old enough to be your mother by calling me…THAT.  “Ma’am” is that term you use when your teacher smacks a ruler on the desk, or when you are watching “Leave It To Beaver” reruns and you laugh at the antiquated dialogue they used.  It’s bad enough my own children think I’m ancient; I don’t need someone else’s kid to confirm it.


I know that this Taco Bell worker was just being polite that doing his job and normally, I would appreciate his nice manners.   However, that did not cushion the “ma’am” blow.  I guess the next step is receiving a free lemonade because it’s “senior day!”


I have a solution, though.  To avoid the dreaded “ma’am” designation, I have decided to avoid lunch at Taco Bell and instead, visit restaurants with two-for-one dining, early bird specials and glorious salad bars.  This way, everyone at the restaurant will call me “kiddo” and “young lady.”  Suddenly, I have an incredible urge for a potpie…


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  1. Lisa Dulara 04/18/2011 at 1:21 pm

    I’m 47 with “kids” ranging from 21-26 years old. It’s funny that I came across this blog, because a fellow “same-ager” and I just had this discussion about how much she hates being called ma’am. I don’t know what the fuss is about. As I see it-it’s all about respect and manners-nothing to do with “age”. 🙂

  2. Erica Fehrman 04/15/2011 at 2:03 pm

    I agree with Raejean…getting ma’am’d (is that how you write it?) in the South is different. I think it’s kind of endearing in Kentucky, but in Connecticut I would’ve considered fisticuffs for that.

  3. Raejean 04/14/2011 at 8:49 am

    I find it easier to be called ma’am with a southern accent. And then I wish I’d taught my kids to be more respectful.

  4. Carina Wytiaz 04/13/2011 at 4:52 pm

    I think I got ma’am’d for the first time when I was 24. At this point (great with child) the jig is up.

  5. Rachael 04/13/2011 at 4:40 pm

    Oooohhhhh . . .some kid on the street called me mam like 2 years ago . . . maybe 3! I was only 30! I was appalled. I too wasn’t expecting this college boy to think I was hawt. But really . . . I couldn’t have been more than 8 years older than him!