Don’t Call Me Ma’am

Kristen Hansen Brakeman

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There is a single word in the English language that has the power to ruin my whole day.  That word is Ma’am.

I could be having a perfectly fine day – a great day even – the kind of day where my car starts on the first try, my kids get off to school without a ton of screaming and, when I check myself in the mirror I actually think, “Hey, I don’t look half bad.”

Then I stop by the local coffee place and the hipster barista dude, the one who wears the gross earring gauges, hands me my non-fat latte and says, “Here you go, Ma’am.”

Ah, come on.  Really?  Did you have to?

Of course I politely say “Thank you,” back to the little whippersnapper, but in my head I’ve added a very irritated, “Don’t call me Ma’am, d#$%khead.”

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    • Empowered Results · April 23, 2013

      Hi! Just an FYI for your Readers on your side of the Blogosphere…’Don’t Call Me Ma’am’ was a reblogged from Kristen Hansen Brakeman’ blog. Looking forward to exploring your posts!

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