As I have told you before, I have become a “Miss.” Well, today I also became a “Dear.” When I called in my prescriptions this morning, I had difficulty keying in the numbers (thank you arthritis). The phone call rolled over to the actual pharmacist. I explained that I had entered a number improperly and the call had rolled over to him. He very nicely took the numbers and said he would get them ready. I asked him when they would be ready and he said in about an hour, “Dear.”
I have been told in the past that my voice sounds younger than I am, but I do not think he would have called me “Dear” if he thought I was a young woman. I guess my prescriptions gave me away – perhaps, only older ladies get these types of prescriptions. I haven’t been going there long enough for him to know me.
Even though I know these people think they are being courteous to me, I still shudder now when I go out – I am either “Miss Peggy” or “Dear.”
Alas, they think I am OLD.
I have been told in the past that my voice sounds younger than I am, but I do not think he would have called me “Dear” if he thought I was a young woman. I guess my prescriptions gave me away – perhaps, only older ladies get these types of prescriptions. I haven’t been going there long enough for him to know me.
Even though I know these people think they are being courteous to me, I still shudder now when I go out – I am either “Miss Peggy” or “Dear.”
Alas, they think I am OLD.
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