In my mind, there has always been an age when the term "ma'am" is acceptable. Therefore, no matter how old and leathery and decrepit I looked, I could still say that I wasn't old enough to be a ma'am.
Until now.
That age was 40, and here I am. Son of a......
So, two days ago when the helpful boy in the store said "Did you find everything you needed, ma'am?" I cringed, exhaled slowly, unclenched my fists, and said to myself "Ah, fuck it. Ma'am."
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