Rachel Maddow is my spirit animal.
Last week, she was interviewing a congressman on her TV show. At the end of the interview, she says, “thank you, sir.”
The congressman responds in kind. “Thank you, sir,” he says. “I mean, ma’am,” he quickly corrects.
“It’s alright, I answer to both,” she says without missing a beat.
I bow to Maddow.
I wish I was quick on my feet. It’s probably why Rachel Maddow has a TV show and I don’t. But whatever.
Sometimes I don’t mind being called “sir.” Other times it bugs me. I’m fickle like that.
But then I read the comments to my last post:
“Would kill to be sir’d,” someone wrote.
“I’m jealous you get called sir,” another reader wrote.
I’m going to stop complaining. And try to roll with it, channeling my inner Maddow.
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What about you? Do you hate being called “sir”? Love it? Or fall somewhere in the middle? Care to share your best response to being sir’d?