Stopped by Bi-Mart on Sunday morning for some tent stakes, and while there I also grabbed some jerky and honey-roasted peanuts, two key components of my diet.
At the cash register, I ended up shooting the breeze momentarily with the checker, a woman approximately my age.
Now, having been taught good manners by my parents, I am as into politeness as the next person, probably more so; I try always, for example, to say please and thank you anytime the situation remotely calls for it.
Still, while I know respect was definitely intended, and respect is what I felt, it seemed odd to have the checker address me as “sir” about three times in our 60-second conversation, especially given my super casual attire of blue cargo shorts, a red Madras High sweatshirt and black Nike running shoes.
Turning away from the checkout stand, I then nearly bumped into a couple walking out with a pair of large plastic bins.
“Oh, I’m sorry, excuse me,” I said after avoiding the collision.
“No problem. Your just fine, sir,” said the woman, who appeared to be in her early to mid 30s.
Oh well. Extra formally polite is definitely better than extra impolite.
And now, our Catch of the Day, No. 46, a late-1960s Wilson-made Catfish Hunter model. Catfish, a Hall of Famer for the A’s and Yankees, threw a perfect game in 1968.