Yes, Ma'am

When I was nine, I was mercilessly teased

(one might say bullied) by eleven-year-old

Theresa D, whom we all called Terri.

One day on the schoolbus, Terri sat next to me

and said "From now on, I want you to call me

'ma'am.' Do you understand?" With perhaps

the slightest hesitation, I said, "Yes, ma'am."

Terri roared her derision. "You're doing it?

I don't believe it! What a wimp you are!"


I wish I had had my fifty-year-old mind

(agile, confident, playful, and chivalrous)

back then, at the age of nine. I would have said,

"You want me to call you 'ma'am'?" Oh, no!

That simply won't do! It's not humbling enough

for me, and not respectful enough to you!

How about 'Your Royal Majesty' or 'My

Sovereign Queen'?" And then I would have

knelt before her, and pledged my undying

allegiance to her benevolent reign.

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Written on 2021-06-11 at 09:23

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