Follow The… Queen? (NOT my story)
I work as a poker dealer. A woman sits down at the table.
Me: “Would you like me to deal you in, miss?”
Gambler: “Nope. Not ‘miss’. Don’t like that.”
Me: “Ma’am?”
Gambler: “Nope, not that.”
Me: “How would you prefer I address you?”
Gambler: “Don’t call me ‘ma’am’!”
Me: “I’m happy to address you in any way you prefer, but you need to let me know—”
Gambler: “Don’t call me ‘ma’am’, or there’ll be trouble!”
Me: “Is ‘sir’ or ‘mister’ what you’re looking for, then? Or would you prefer ‘woman’? Because those are the only three things I can come up with.”
She huffs, walks away, and sits at the next table. The other dealer says:
Dealer: “Good evening, sir. How’s your night going?”
She huffed again and left.
Follow The… Queen? (NOT my story)
I work as a poker dealer. A woman sits down at the table.
Me: “Would you like me to deal you in, miss?”
Gambler: “Nope. Not ‘miss’. Don’t like that.”
Me: “Ma’am?”
Gambler: “Nope, not that.”
Me: “How would you prefer I address you?”
Gambler: “Don’t call me ‘ma’am’!”
Me: “I’m happy to address you in any way you prefer, but you need to let me know—”
Gambler: “Don’t call me ‘ma’am’, or there’ll be trouble!”
Me: “Is ‘sir’ or ‘mister’ what you’re looking for, then? Or would you prefer ‘woman’? Because those are the only three things I can come up with.”
She huffs, walks away, and sits at the next table. The other dealer says:
Dealer: “Good evening, sir. How’s your night going?”
She huffed again and left.