“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said to the, literally, little old lady standing in front of the hard rolls I want, “May I just grab those?”
“They put too many in the package,” She noted.
“I freeze them then heat them in the oven for 15 minutes. They come out hot and delicious and fresh tasting!!” I explained.
“Young lady, at nearly 90 that is much too much work!”
“Fair enough!”
Text messages between my husband and myself:
Me: talking to my dad on Skype at 4.
Simon: Say io for me. (DYAC!)
Me: what if I want to say Callisto?
Simon: You can’t. You just can’t.
Me: What will happen?
Simon: The end of the world.
Me: Could be interesting.
I *love* it when older people call people of our generation “young”. Especially if they incorporate into direct address, as in “young lady”. It actually makes me feel like I AM reasonably young … it’s all relative, right?