When I was young and bearded, retail workers and bartenders would call me sir. Whenever I cut it off for a week or so, the moniker of respect would also disappear.
So recently, I started getting more "Yes Sirs" and "Thank you Sir". I'm not sure how to take it. I love the respect, but it definitely feels strange now to be called Sir.
This is a very laid back part of a very laid back state. To be called Sir is definitely a rarity and is strange.
Now that I get a discount at the movies, it is though I crossed a threshold which now makes me old, very old, enough to be called "Sir". I really don't believe that I like it.
Critical Thinking At Its Best!
Woman: Do you drink beer?
Man: Yes.
Woman: How many beers a day?
Man: Usually about 3.
Woman: How much do you pay per beer?
Man: $5.00, which includes a tip.
(This is where it gets scary !)
Woman: And how long have you been drinking?
Man: About 20 years, I suppose.
Woman: So a beer costs $5 and you have 3 beers a day which puts your spending each month at $450. In one year, it would be approximately $5,400 …correct?
Man: Correct.
Woman: If in 1 year you spend $5400, not accounting for inflation, the past
20 years puts your spending at $108,000, correct?
Man: Correct.
Woman: Do you know that if you didn’t drink so much beer, that money could have been put into a step-up interest savings account, and after accounting for compound interest for the past 20 years, you could by now have bought a Ferrari?
Man: Do you drink beer?
Woman: No.
Man: Where’s your Ferrari?
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