[don't] call me sir!

when i moved to ventura 10 years ago, my pal k and i dined at an italian restaurant at the harbor. one of the wait staff referred to me as "sir" and k has called me "sir" ever since. sometimes her precocious daughter calls me "uncle sir." in fact, that is why i love peppermint patty so much; she too was mistakenly called "sir."

the whole thing always blew my mind a bit ... i have pretty big boobs ... i usually wear make-up and 9 times out of 10 i have jewelry on ... i know i live in LA, but the boobs should definitely differentiate me from the boys, even if the make-up and jewels do not. :-)

it happened again today. i was called "sir" by the valet that parked my car at the airport. today i am wearing 90% pink clothes ... what's the deal?