It's Always Sir

Get your mind out of the gutter now.  We are not talking about Dominance and Submission.

We're talking about the fact that ever since I have become a widower, everyone refers to me as, "Sir."

The clerk at the grocery store says, "Thank you, sir."

The trainman who scans my ticket says, "Thank you, sir, and enjoy your trip on Amtrak today."

The bartender at the restaurant says, "Here is the menu, would you like to know what are specials are today, sir?"

The freindly, nieghborhood gangbanger who saw that I noted his rosary tattoo said, "Good afternoon sir, what you you think?"

You get the idea.

I have decided to be serene about the whole thing and accept the fact that thanks to experience and grey hair I will be addressed as, "Sir," no matter what.

But it still take some getting used to.