Don't Sweetie Me!

Today I had to go to a mechanic for my mom's truck.

The jerk kept calling me "Sweetie," which pissed me off.

If you are the kind of person that calls strangers by over-familiar pet names, STOP IT! It's condescending and mean.

I don't know anybody that likes that, but I like it less then most people.

My immediate family might get away with it, but even that is unlikely. Occasionally Mr. Hobbitfeet calls me "Honey-bunny," which gives me an annoying flashback to my senior-year boyfriend who called me on the phone shortly after we saw Pulp Fiction in the theater. He jokingly called me "Honey-Bunny" on the answering machine, and my mother has never let me live it down.
Now when Mr. H. calls me that I want to punch him in the nuts. Now if I feel that way when my husband calls me a pet name, imagine how feel when a complete stranger says it to me.

So, I am not entirely sure how I'll feel about this mechanic, it's the first time I've ever been to see him, but I do doubt I'll go back, because he thinks I'm a sweetie, and I'm anything but sweet.