I say my yes mams and yes sirs. Pleases and thank yous. Pardon mes and excuse mes.
I’m southern. The Miss or Mr. First name was taught to us younguns.
It is not done to upset a person. It’s just how it’s done.
Eh. I don’t call many people by their names. I’m anxiety prone enough around people. Not gonna push it in the event I get it wrong.
Whether this the new way people go around inventing ways to be angry or older people just being testy, I don’t know?
I know I’ve felt a long long time not to mess with people for my own fearful reasons. I’m not ever comfortable out in public. I’ve had to force myself out for a bunch of years. I don’t have to now.
If the southern culture bothers you, well, what can I say? Don’t come here.
I promise there are worse things down here than being called Miss or Mr. First name. (hon, sugar, sweetie, bud, dude, yankee, asshole to name but a few)
The good things are the fried chicken, hospitality and (over?) friendliness.
I’m so so happy you don’t have my name. Now that would get anyone in the dumps.