Okay, here is a bit of a giggle for you all.
When I got my tire replaced, I was told I would have to come back in to get something done after 50 k or so, so when I woke up this afternoon I phoned about making an appointment.
Now, because I had to sign legal stuff, I was using my male name when talking with the guy.
Except that when he was talking to me on the phone, he called me ma'am.
Apparently, my voice is feminine enough that he ... slipped up, as it were.
Not that I mind ...
Giggles.
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When I was young
…in my teenage years, or perhaps even before…someone “ma’am’d” me on the phone. I was too busy wondering why it didn’t bother me to even think of correcting him. Later in life, when my gender stuff surfaced, it was one of the clues I looked back upon that told me I had something going on much earlier than I had thought at first.