... by this very polite young man who is doing some work for us, and keeps saying "Yes Ma'am" . I am doing my best, but I find it really strange. I appreciate that he is being polite, and that he is about a third my age, and realize it isn't a bad thing. But still .... I am a West Coast girl, born and bred; have only lived about 6 of my almost 60 years away from the West Coast, and none of that time in the Southern states. I don't think this young man is from the South either; I would guess that he is more an Oregonian than I am. I thank his parents for raising a polite, hard working young man. But .... d**n it .... I'm not old enough (only 59 ) to be Ma'am!
I equate *ma'am* with the Southern states. Nothing wrong with that, but it seems strange to my Western ears. How about you? How do you feel about being *Ma'am-ed* or *Sir-ed*, and at what age does it seem no longer strange? Or is it not strange at all, and just the way things ought to be?
I have to confess that I find it more pleasant than being called by my first name by someone I hardly know, but still, its just a little weird.
I equate *ma'am* with the Southern states. Nothing wrong with that, but it seems strange to my Western ears. How about you? How do you feel about being *Ma'am-ed* or *Sir-ed*, and at what age does it seem no longer strange? Or is it not strange at all, and just the way things ought to be?
I have to confess that I find it more pleasant than being called by my first name by someone I hardly know, but still, its just a little weird.