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Somthing Truly Awful
January 14, 2008

Sometime last year, it happened. Ever since then, I have not been able to shake it. In fact, it happened again this afternoon at Logan Airport in Boston. I know I shouldn’t care and I really don’t. I just want to know when and, well, why it happened.

What happened?

I became “Sir.”

At some point in 2007, when no one was looking (and certainly not me), I was referred to as “Sir.” You know, as in “Nice talking to you, SIR!” The weird thing was, it didn’t just happen once, it started to happen all of the time.  This is, of course is sign of respect and all, but when delivered by a teen or 20 something, it is generally translated as “Old Man!” as in, “Here’s your burger, OLD MAN!” “That’s a great story, OLD MAN!” “Stop looking at my legs, OLD MAN!” What’s a guy to do? I didn’t see this coming. Was I not paying attention? Is there one of those “kick-me” style signs on my back?

Now, I have my share of gray hair and the hairline itself is slowly going south for the winter, but I am generally a young 47 year old (that is to say, I get called “childish” all the time!). I am a good distance away from senior citizen discounts and don’t get carded any more. And….

OMIGOSH, AM I MIDDLE AGED?

Ugh! As if that wasn’t enough, now I have to deal with being called Sir, too! Wow. This is not good news. Maybe I should take Peyton Manning’s advice and buy bigger shirts. Perhaps that Bow Flex really can give me rock hard abs.

Or, maybe I’ll just order extra cheese on my nachos, SuperSize my meal and accept it all.

Posted by Bill Farquharson on January 14, 2008 | Comments (1)