Friday, July 2

'scuse me ma'm

Since when did I become "m'am"?
I always thought that "m'am" was reserved for grandmothers and women who are trying to be calmed down by some customer service employee. You know, "Now m'am, I'm sure we can find a solution to this." But since I've moved down to the south-eastern part of the country, it seems I've entered the Land of M'am. Out of all the places I've lived in the U.S., people have generally avoided calling anyone "m'am". But all of a's everywhere. And it's ME. I am now the grandma or the red-faced screaming customer. Not good. Not good at all.