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.