A woman working at RW & CO. called me sweetness today.
As in, “And how will you be paying for this today, sweetness?”
I don’t know what to do with someone calling me sweetness. It’s disconcerting. It has crossed from friendliness into an awkward sort of flirtatiousness that I don’t particularly welcome. I like banter, and I like being nice to retail workers (being a former bookstore employee, I have a soft spot for anyone at a cash register), but sweetness is just… odd.
Maybe that’s what threw me off. It was very, very odd. Like a stranger calling me thunderbuns or pecmeister or jackhammer. My wife can call me that for a laugh, but she’s the only one that could make a joke out of it that doesn’t set me on edge.
I’ve changed my mind. You may now call me thunderbuns.