So I’m at work today, and this lady comes in with her little boy, who promptly goes apeshit. So, I’m trying to serve this lady with the kid running around, when she turns to him and, in her strictest voice, proclaims “Now listen here! The man is going to be very cross with you! If you dont stand here quietly, the man will take you away!”. The kid froze, speechless.
My first thought was, wow, this lady has a better handle on her kids then most of the dumbasses that convene here.
And then, it dawned on me. I was the man. I was THE MAN.
As a child, I always feared THE MAN. THE MAN was scary; if you didnt behave yourself in a store, then there was a good chance that THE MAN would take you AWAY. I hated THE MAN. And now, it seems… I am that man.
I’m 25.
I wanted to say, hey kid! Go nuts! I dont give a fuck! Burn the place down, what do I care! I’m a kid myself!
You think that’s bad? Wait til some kid your age stops you on the street to ask directions and starts off with - “Excuse me, sir…” That made me feel old and I wasn’t even 40 yet. Sir indeed.
Up until a few months ago, my oldest moment happened when a cute little eight-year-old girl excitedly told me “You look just like my mommy!” I was only sixteen.
What happened a few months ago? I found a 1/2" thick streak of grey when I was tying my hair back. I’m eighteen, ferchrissakes.
I was on campus getting books for my upcoming classes. I was headed for the building, and heard a couple ladies behind me. I hold the door for them. I get a “Thank you, sir”. It was the first time I felt old (I was 20 at the time). I wanted to scream “I am younger than you! Don’t call me sir”
You’ll learn to live with it. I was a 21 year old 2[sup]nd[/sup] Lt. whose only military experience was being an Aviation Cadet. And I was supposed to lead people who had a lot more experience and were a lot older. It works out fine if you trust your own training, stick to what you know (which will presumeably grow with time), and don’t let it go to your head.
For those who freaked out over “sir” and “ma’am” I wouldn’t. I for one call everyone sir or ma’am. It’s just the way I am.
Now, I hate being called “Sir.” Damnit, I’m not an officer, I work for a living.
Sorry, guys, I apologize. Whenever a guy holds the door for me, I automatically say, “Thank you, sir,” regardless of the guy’s age. When co-workers help me with a question, same response, again, regardless of age. It’s just kind of an autopilot response.
But all hell’s to the servers who don’t ask me for ID when I order a drink. I’m only 29! I don’t look old yet…do I?