Dear That One Cashier Who Always Calls Me Honey,
Please stop it. Same goes for Sweetie, Darlin’, and Baby. I’m not asking you to call me Sir or anything, but you’re being a bit familiar, don’t you think?
Let me be blunt: This isn’t [cref 142 Al's Diner], and you ain’t Flo. It wouldn’t bother me as much (not at all, really) if you didn’t do it so poorly. See, those kind of cutesy nicknames work only when you use them sparingly. Here’s a sample of your standard patter:
You: Did you have gas, Honey?
Me: No.
You: Is that all, Darlin’?
Me: Yes, that’s it.
You: Thanks, Babe.
Me: . . .
And you do that with EVERY CUSTOMER! Seriously, after awhile, we all figured out that this wasn’t some friendly appellation Just For Me.
In closing, I renew my request. Stop it. You demean us both by continuing.
Not your Ragtime Gal,
Matt
