Yesterday at Souplantation, a little boy couldn’t reach over the counter to get a straw, so I got one for him as he turned away asking his dad to get one. His dad told him, “Look, turn around, the nice lady over there got you one.”
Lady? I was mildly mortified. Granted, I don’t really know what else he would have called me. I think “girl” works fine, but maybe he thought I would’ve been insulted. I should probably just take it as a compliment of my obvious maturity.