And then there are the ‘loves, darlings and sweethearts’.
We had met some friends for dinner at a restaurant and had barely settled, when we became the instant sweethearts and darlings of the young waitress.
She presented a beautifully stuffed zucchini flower.
‘There you are, darling. Enjoy!’
And later, after the main course,and after we had all been her dearest loves of the night, in a high voice with a big question mark in it, ‘Is everything alright, sweetheart?’
No! It wasn’t. I was fed up with all these endearments.
‘Look! I’m not your sweetheart or your darling. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.’
She just didn’t get it. ‘But I’m just being friendly.’
And immediately the service became very cold and rather brusque.
Sense of Places 
Thanks Liz
Makes me smile!
How about ‘my lovely’?
If you don’t wish to hear this comment, don’t buy flowers at Albert park!
I didn’t answer as I should have, but wondered how you would have responded!! I’d just read your blog the day before!
Jenny
I like ‘my lovely’. It’s a good one to add to the collection. I’m actually just about to post one on ‘love’.