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ma’am

We don’t live in the south so it wasn’t politeness that made those sweet teenage boys (three of them in 1/2 hour) call me “Ma’am.”

Yes, reality sunk in today.  I am a ma’am and maybe shouldn’t shop at that store anymore. Growing old…yep, growing old.

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