Stop that Fuzzy Feeling!

I can't believe I am finally, finally old. Really.

We were buying household things from Big W two days ago, and at the checkout counter we were served by a middle-aged woman.

" How are you today, ma'am?" she said with a smile, but without looking up.

(I'm guessing she 'assumed' that I deserved to be called 'ma'am' because I was buying a rubbish bin)

When I didn't really respond to her expectations, she looked up and she said something to the effect of,

"I mean, miss? How are you today, miss?"

Suddenly, a warm, fuzzy feeling started to sprout deep down inside. It felt like an accelerated growth of a budding flower. I tried to hide it, but soon enough, a tiny smile cracked, which turned into a wide beam. It felt good. I still deserved that title.

I was HAPPY someone called me a 'miss'?! Is THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

And it made my day?

So I walked out of Big W proudly clutching my precious bin, and a wide grin.

I used to joke about how people would give me dirty stares when It gets bigger as they might think it's teenage pregnancy.

But now I don't know to laugh or to cry!

However I am still thankful at least I am not a Curious Case like this one.