Now I’m getting paranoid – I the other day was getting onto a city bus in heavy rain behind a few gals with big backpacks on, and the bus driver (she recognized me) said “Are you all together?” I said no we are not, and then after being invited by bus driving lady to get on in board, I said, “Hey, I’m going to squeeze behind you, sweetie” to the girl somehow struggling to figure out that baffling concept of transportation we call civilization.
I was only maybe eight years older than that chick but I call everyone female dearie, sweetie, but never honey. Not dollface or babe but maybe little sister or cutie. This is a 35 year old white man talking, gainfully employed, not from the south. Let it slide, I think – people just talk how they want to get across, friendly or what not.