Today a mechanic referred to me as “Sweetie.”

 The feminist in my mind was instantly defensive.

 (in my best girl-from-the-hood accent) “BOYYY, who you think you is calling me sweetie?”

 And just as quickly the vain girl with the impending birthday took over.

“Sweetie. At least it wasn’t ma’am.”

I smiled, thanked the man and left with no word uttered. It’s small but I’ll take it.

And that’s how I roll sweetie.

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