The Language of Ageing. #2

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.

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2 thoughts on “The Language of Ageing. #2

  1. 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

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