I hate what the world is coming to . . .
The other day I was grabbing a dose of caffeine from the cafeteria where I work. The cashier . . . an older gentleman . . . said to me as I handed him my a dollar bill, “just the coffee, honey?”.
As I’m pouring the elixir of alertness he came up to me and apologized, not once by three times. AND he said he hoped he hadn’t offended me. For what? Well, for calling my honey.
I assured him he hadn’t offended me in the slightest. He told me that someone had said something to him about it the other day who had been offended. Can you believe that??
For what? Being polite? Being sweet? He’s wasn’t hitting on me, for God’s sake. He was just being nice.
All this political correctness crap is . . . well . . . crap.
I’m living in a world of hyper-sensitive ninnies!