A cardboard box sits on my desk,
navy blue on the sides and ends,
white on the top and bottom.
There’s no mystery what’s inside:
blank checks, check register and
deposit receipts from the young
drive-through teller who insists
my first name is “mister”.
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lol.. it is, it is!!!! :)
Lovely story in your words , always!
Good one Pat!
brought a smile to my face :)
love it!
mister is better than ma'am, sir...:)
cute picture you draw, better mister than "hey you"
"who insists
my first name is “mister”."
I thought it was just me. That seems to be happening to me more often now.
he doesn't know you're still a kid :)
nice one, I hated it when I got my first 'mam' but now I use on line banking and no one calls anything. I hate going to the bank. I feel like cattle in the ropes waiting to give them my money.
ah youth
they are always thinking
they know
when they don't
and they even want to be
called mister!
I am now used to being called mam, being a teacher and all that...:D
I'd be interested to find out what he/she thinks is your "sir-name". :-)
over here, those punks call me uncle :(
Katie, it's hell getting older. thanks!!
Thanks Janice!!
Polona thanks!! I keep trying to bring one to hers. guess I should accept my age.
Cathy, If they start calling me ma'am, I think I have a problem.
Sage, you have a point!! Thanks!!
Andrew, it only gets worse.
Floots, I think she's telling me to take my flirts to the old folks home. NEVER!!
Nancy, I love challenges, I will get her to call me by my first name...maybe.
Mikaelah, you are right. I was in a play in the 8th grade and they sprayed my hair with something that made me have gray hair. I thought that was the coolest look. Looking back is never the same as looking forward.
Gautami, I refuse to get any older. My joints barely work now.
Vaughn, I think it's "Sir" would you please move on!!
"Uncle" this you silly-assed punk!! They say it beats the alternative.
I'll call you honey if you buy me a roses Pat!?
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