If you read my last post, you would remember that I was grateful for the cute little Bajio man calling me sweetheart. He must have said it five times in the short time I was telling him what I wanted on my chicken green chili salad (they are SO good). The last time he said it he said, "see you tomorrow sweetheart". I really kinda wanted to 'see him tomorrow'- so it was a good experience, right?
Cut to the next morning. I was on my way to work and stopped at 7-11 for a slim fast and a banana. The guy working the register was NOT little and NOT cute yet also chose to call me sweetheart. He too said it about five times, but every time he said it was a little bit creepier. I was practically running out of the 7-11 as he was yelling "SWEETHEART!" after me.
Some people are just less creepy than others. . . or maybe I am just prejudice against white people.