I don't like unnecessary nicknames. Like "babe" when it's said in that terse, trying-too-hard way. That's the real reason why I hate "babe." These nicknames are annoying. And the un-necessity of them makes them stupid. I don't think un-necessity is even a word.
I'm in Panera hoping to get a job application done. The girl at the counter is probably under 20. She looks pretty young. And the first thing she says is "Hey hun! How are you? I'll be right here whenever you're ready." Yea, she's doing her job by being friendly. But she totally ruined it with the "hun."
I don't want to be called "hun" by you, HUN. If you were obviously older than me, I wouldn't mind you calling me "hun." It'd even be nice, maybe. But if you're obviously my peer or even younger, and you're not my friend, I'm not your hun. And the woman who ordered after me is not your hun either. She's got a 5 year-old daughter with her, and I saw the way she reacted when you called her "hun." She didn't like it either.
I've become such a hater. Maybe I am a hun, but more of the scary, destructive Asian variety that you learn about in World History. Sorry girl, I didn't like it. I don't hate you. But I'm annoyed.
geez.
I need Jesus.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment