How about ‘fine piece of ass’?
As in:
"Fine!!!.. Piece of ass… "
Tee hee!
Yup, me too. My dad taught me, so really it’s a family tradition and it keeps me from calling people by more acurate names like Waste of Skin.
Swampy’s right about the southern thing. You’ll be Sugered to death in the south and I kind of grew to like it because it was friendly. This cow-orker though, does she do it so it makes you feel as though she thinks you’re a particularly dim child? Because that needs slappin’. Honeybunch.
You forgot to change your location to Bal’more.
I once had a male coworker call me sweetie! After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I (sort of politely) asked him not to call me sweetie.
He said, and I most definitely quote, “Why? That’s what I call my dog!” He thought it was a compliment, not a sexual harassment sort of thing. Clueless. I still give him crap about it, and repeat the story often just to embarrass him. 
And he’s from Boston, therefore not a “good ole boy” Southerner.
I feel your pain, Quicksilver.
Just to make things clear… she doesn’t ever speak to me using these terms of endearment. Just her work ‘buddies’. Of which I am not.
I think we parted ways early in our working relationship when I asked her not to tap me on the arm or shoulder whenever she wanted my attention.
What the hell happened in this woman’s life that she craves all this fucking attention?!? :rolleyes:
He thought it was a compliment to call you what he calls his dog]** ?!?!?!
It wasn’t this person in those other threads, was it?
I’m glad somebody got it.
In my defense, I’m so used to reading spelling mistakes now that my brain is starting to parse them as the correct word, instead of what I’m actually seeing. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
No thank you. My name is Boo Boo Foo and THAT is what you’ll call me! (smile)
:: snerk ::
It could be a regional deal. People from the South do that and of course Baltimore has the “hon” thing.
Of course if this is a recent affectation with this lady or she’s being fake about it, it would make me crazy too.
Haj
That’s why you play their game back to them.
Mature Southern Woman: (sickeningly sweet) You doin’ okay over there, sweetie?
Me: (even more syrupy) I sure am, cuddlewumpus.
Sigh. This was me, not UnwrittenNocturne. One of these days I’ll learn him to log out after he’s done.