“Hi ma’am, how are you today?”

There is only one reason that anyone ever refers to me as “ma’am”. And, when they do, I have to fight the temptation to push them over, step on their neck and say “what the hell are you talking about — MA’AM?! I am only twenty six!”. Instead, I instantly shoot at them a look of sheer contempt and they lose me from the get go… I am no longer interested i…