Should ma’am offend me? How about miss? – The Toronto Star

Not very long after I stopped getting carded at the LCBO (later than most, I would dearly like to think) was when the ma’ams began.

It was genuinely confusing, at first. I would glance over my shoulder, half-believing the cashier or TTC fare collector or postal worker was wishing a great day to someone else — perhaps a stranger, perhaps my mother, perhaps a stately Rosedale-dwelling dowager in orthotics and pearls.

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