Ouch!

Every time I leave the gym, I wish the desk dog a pleasant evening or a good weekend or some such. Last night, without looking up from her computer, the girl on duty responded, "You too, dear."

"Dear"? I'm not a "dear", am I? I'm too young to be a "dear", aren't I? Just because I'm sweatin' with the oldies doesn't make me one of them, does it?