Freakin Retarded Men in The Back Forty

Well....something interesting happened the other day that I thought I'd share with you. I was serving a customer, and asked him a question (I forget what the question was, but it was about his order) and his reply was....(drumroll please).................."Yes Sir".
No. That is not a friggin typo. He actually called me Sir. I looked at him and said,"What?"
He says, "Oh! Sorry. Ma'am". (wrong again asshole!) Instead of saying what I wanted to say in parentheses (I'm actually a "Miss"), I said.."Um..last time I checked I was a woman." Then here's the kicker..he has the nerve to reply "Prove it."
Hmm..never mind the fact that I was wearing womens clothing...have super long hair I wear in a ladylike bun..womens glasses...hmmmm...how bout the fact I HAVE BOOBS ASSHOLE!!!!! And no, I don't have to flash the damn things. Ha. Why doesn't he prove he's a man then? Whip out yer dick so I can laugh at how puny it is, all the while trying to locate my microscope to get a better look. I bet his dicks smaller than the ex's. Fuckin prick eh?
The funny thing is..this is the second time I've been called a Sir in the past month. Another guy said it, but I could tell he was daydreaming when he said it and forgot who he was speaking to, as he was apologizing profusely.Even still..I was a little hurt the first time..the second time..well...I was furious! I swear, I hope to God there isn't a third time..if there is..I'm gonna let my bad ass alter ego Pizzaslinger go to town, and, as they say out here.."Git 'er done!"
In other news...................................
My hip is feeling better. I'm noticing I've been able to cut down a smidge on the Ibuprofen, which to me is great. I am now taking it only before bed, as I'm finding that it helps prevent the horse kick to the ass feeling as I'm waking up. Thank God.
Was asked by my doc to see her for a"follow up" appointment. Which is kinda wierd cause I had my routine physical, and all blood work come back as normal. Apparantly, I was deemed healthy as a horse. So I'm not sure what she needs to follow up on. Hmm..come to think of it..was never asked by a doctor to pop in for a follow up. Everything was taken care of at the regularly scheduled appointments. I'm sure its nothing, but I am feelinguneasy about the whole thing. Gut instinct kicking in perchance? Well, guess I can't cross that bridge til I get to it, so am not going to agonize about it.
On to more exciting news...found out my fave group will be playing in Toronto in October, and yours truly plans to attend with her sister! At the moment an listening to their tunes. Those who know me personally know exactly which group I'm talking about. For those who are new aquaintences, the band is the Pet Shop Boys. IO love the music. Helped me thru teenage angst when I was "shy and dry and verging on ugly", have a song for just about every mood out there, and helped me get on with my life after the ex's shenanigans. A song to describe him would be...hmmm...how bout "I'm With Stupid"? Or even "Casanova in Hell". HAHAHAHA!!! Oh I love that song...if you haven't heard it, I recommend giving it a listen. Anyhoo...gotta get going...gotta finish scanning the comp and get to bed already. A huge HUGE shout out to Dave g....Holy crap man..I'm super happy to hear from you..thought you'd sworn off the Internet entirely! And hows wedded bliss treating you? To everyone else..esp those who haven't blogged on their own blogs as of late..I'm patiently waiting for new posts...write about anything..just write something!
And of course...those that do take the time to check out my crazy blog from time to time and put in their two cents..I humbly thank you. Okay...I'm going now..blog ya later!