Sunday, September 17, 2017
But only half hoisted by petard
Oh man, I got "Mammed" on the phone again at the library today! I don't precisely have a baritone, but rather the pleasant, easy to listen to, slightly high yet very soothing voice of a grown man. And I get a little sensitive about being called "Ma'am" on the phone. I usually gesticulate dramatically, roll my eyes to the heavens, and silently hate the person on the other end of the phone. So I did all this when this woman called me Ma'am. But other than my silent dramatics, and my usual futile attempt to lower my voice to make the caller see reason, I behaved with my usual courtesy on the phone. I asked the woman for her library card. She read it off to me.
It was a man!
But jesus, at least I didn't call him ma'am!
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I get called "sir." The phenomenon started when I was in 5th grade or so and a friend's mother commented, "My goodness, you have a deep voice for a little girl." The fact that I still remember this suggests that it really bugged me.ReplyDelete
I really dislike your friend's mother.ReplyDelete
A library patron, a regular, once commented on how high my voice is about 15 years ago and though he has never done anything offensive again I see no reason to forgive him.