I just topped off a trip to First Beach with a trip to the grocery store. That's one of my favorite end-of-day walking routes that happens to kill two birds (how awful!) with one stone. Anyway, the dear sweet teenager working as a cashier in the particular aisle of Stop & Shop where I stood unloading salmon, kale, potatoes and way too many little containers of yogurt onto the conveyor said, "How are you today, Miss?"
("Ma'am" is just the pits, by comparison.)
Then, when my favorite teenager — my own kids are 20+, so I can say that — finished ringing me in and I was fumbling in my pocket for method of payment, he said, "Your total is 21 even. Don't you love it when that happens?"
Yes, I really do ...