Dear, Hon, sweetie, even Babe(yes, happened) make me stabby.
My mom is 87, very intelligent and still completely has her wits about her. She hates it when they use the sing songy voice with her.
It’s 2019, I’m forty-three years old, and I’m looking at Halloween decorations at Michael’s. I forget what I was looking at, no doubt because of my advanced age, but nice young lady employed by Michael’s exuberantly tells me, “That’s a fun activity you could do with your grandchildren!” I looked at her, nodded, and agreed that it did look like a fun activity I could do with my grandchildren.
Open up Grrr. Here comes the aaaaaaairplane.
Yes, I have noticed that more frequently too as I get older. 
Let’s raise our glass to the day we will be as old as we look today!
Did the restaurant provide knives with the silverware? Some restaurants only have spoons and forks, maybe that was the waiter’s concern
Get used to it. Ageism is alive and well in this country. Even the staff in this 55+ facility are sometimes guilty of it, and they are with us every day of the year.
But I don’t look that old! I’m big and I’m wide and I’m strong, I have far more blonde than gray in my hair, and I have surprisingly few wrinkles for a man my age. My beard may have turned gray before my head, but that doesn’t mean I look frail. I’m the one who gives their seat to old people; people don’t give their seat to me. That’s how things are supposed to work.
Wait til you’re first called “young man” at the counter of a bakery. That’s when you’re old.
Fortunately, I’m still mostly “dude”. Sometimes “sir”, which annoys me. I don’t trust people who call me “sir”.
It’s a safety hazard for small children and elderly Grrrs.
Wait - I just vaguely remembered (something I do less and less as I senesce) - are you the fellow who’s written here about an arm tremor? If so, maybe he noticed? Sorry if I’m mistaken.
I don’t like it either. Not because it makes me feel old, but because it makes me feel like I did something snooty to make them think I should be addressed that way. Even if the person calling me that seems older than me I feel weird.
It’s like, I’m not a “sir”, I’m a regular person like you, it’s all good. I’ve cleaned public toilets as a job, you aren’t going to offend me. Do you want me to stick my hand in my armpit to make fart noises to prove it?
“For once, maybe someone will call me ‘sir’ without adding, ‘You’re making a scene.’” - Homer Simpson
Yes that’s me (formerly known as “Shakes") I thought about that but I was having a good day that day (some are better than others in that regard) so they were barely noticeable. And aside from that he was busy so I don’t think he actually ever saw me use the fork and knife.
When i visited Israel two soldiers stood up and offered their seats to me and my husband. I accepted. I don’t remember if my husband did or not.
In Japan, someone in one of the "these seats are reserved for old/pregnant/disabled seats for up and offered me her seat. I took that one, too.
I don’t mind “Sir…” as much as I mind “Bro…”
Oooooh; that makes me stabby! calling me “young lady,” with the voice that says “Aren’t I nice for pretending you still look young?”
Last winter my younger neighbour just began shovelling my walkway, (front door to sidewalk, 25-30’), with no prompting.
Once, I got up before the sun, thought I’d do my AND his walkway for a change. Put on a sweater, my coat, scarf, hat, boots, found my shovel and by the time I got back to the door…mine was done already! Haha!
Don’t feel slighted. Don’t feel young either. Shrug!
I was in my thirties when I started being called sir. The first time was when I had to go speak to my neighbors, college kids, who had a party the previous night and my yard was trashed. I wasn’t expecting a positive response from them, but they apologized profusely, offered to clean up the yard, and kept calling me sir. They turned out to be one of my better neighbors and ended up buying my 1996 Saturn SL-1.