Ma'amed.

The other day I needed some electrical work done.

As seeing how much I don't like to get electrocuted, I caved and hired a professional.

For the past few months half of my kitchen outlets haven't worked.

However I was just slightly preoccupied so I didn't do anything about it.

I also needed other items attended to.

Enter young strapping electrician.

Every question he asked me began with, ma'am.

God does that make me feel old AF.

Let me rewind the story to begin with the timing window.

1-3.

I had willed myself to the grocery store when I get the call that he was there, it was 12.

I rush to the self checkout where I am still waiting for my employee discount by the way, curse profusely because none of my things are scanning, get my items, pay and run to the house.

There he does the work, and apparently for the past six months it was a blown fuse that caused me to have only 2 working outlets in my kitchen by the way.

And before you ask, yes, I checked the fuse box multiple times, but that fuse must have gone to Jenny Craig because it was so slightly off I never noticed.

Anyways, got lots more "ma'ams" as he continued to do work.

Finally he was finished, I thanked him, and he left.

And because I talk to myself often, after he left I said out loud, "bro just ma'amed me, am I that old?! I just got ma'amed multiple times!"

Little did I know, 'bro' came back in because, duh my car was blocking his so he overheard the entire conversation I was having WITH MYSELF.

Then he coughs to alert me he was back because I was so engaged in that conversation with myself he knew I would have no clue he was in fact back in my house, and now says, "Cynthia, I am going to need you to move your car so I can get out. "

The dude heard the whole thing.

It made me want to stick my finger in that socket after all.

But until then, I will continue to be my most amusing conversation partner.

Cheers!

Xoxo,

C. Aka Ma'am.