Don't call me bud!
Alright, I know, I know, I look like I'm 17 years old. I've always had a baby face, but cut me some slack here people! I'm so tired of people calling me "bud"!
Let me give you one example (it's happened multiple times this week)... I went to the Home Depot on Saturday to prove my manliness. While renting a power tool, the employee called me bud not once, but twice. Don't call me bud! I'm not you're little friend that you take fishing and buy ice cream. I'm not tiger, or sport, or champ, or scout, or anything like unto those names! I'm a man! I can grow facial hair! I have a degree! I'm a responsible adult with a career and a family. So please, if you don't know what my name is, just call me dude, or man, or even sir, but I swear, if someone calls me buddy one more time I will hang them by their own intestines.
Let me give you one example (it's happened multiple times this week)... I went to the Home Depot on Saturday to prove my manliness. While renting a power tool, the employee called me bud not once, but twice. Don't call me bud! I'm not you're little friend that you take fishing and buy ice cream. I'm not tiger, or sport, or champ, or scout, or anything like unto those names! I'm a man! I can grow facial hair! I have a degree! I'm a responsible adult with a career and a family. So please, if you don't know what my name is, just call me dude, or man, or even sir, but I swear, if someone calls me buddy one more time I will hang them by their own intestines.
posted by mikemetcalf at 12:24 AM
10 Comments:
Do you feel better now that you got that off your chest, Hon? Oh, shoot. I mean, Dude? (Hon wasn't listed under the acceptable names, sorry.)
Just because you're my wife, I'll let that one slide. But if you ever take a job as a waitress, then all bets are off. :)
Dear Sir,
I must say that I too get those kinds of comments alot. I hate them! Especially when people try to guess my age an they are younger than me and say "No Way! I thought you were about 21". NICE TRY DILL WEED! Back up you punks.
All right, scooter. I won't call you bud.
Enjoy it while it lasts, young grasshopper! Just joking. Bud does have a somewhat demeaning connotation to it...the flip side of that would be Ma'am. So, consider yourself lucky no one is calling you that. My mother is a ma'am darnit all! Not me!
@ Em: Glad to know I'm not the only one who feels that way!
@ Natalie: Thank you! Finally someone is giving me credit for my scooting skills!
@ Jenny: The day people start calling me ma'am will definitely be cause for a couple more soap-box-blogs... "Soap blogs?" Can I copyright that?
Mike!
This post was awesome. But I'm so guilty of calling people those stupid names. I have a hard time remembering names after I've been introduced. So I always call them Pal, or Bud, or Friend. Lame, I know. I now realize the error of my ways and will dutifully remember names, or ask again when I inevitably forget.
Nice to have you back in the Bloggerhood. I look forward to your future posts.
Wow, you weren't worked up about that at all now, were you . . .?
honey bunches . . .
sweetie pie . . .
schnookums . . .
My darlin' boy . . .
always and forever!
Love you,
Mommy-pants
Mommers
Mumra
Mom
I have the perfect solution to people objecting to being called by something other than their proper name:
http://namebadgeproductions.com/pages/home?gclid=CMyh3_WTp6ECFQtM5wodXi2rEA
I say buy a gross of them and share them with everyone else who is experiencing this insult of being addressed generically...
I agree bud Is descending as hell. Passively aggressive. Call me bud or pal or buddy and you’ve got a serious problem on your hands “bud”.
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