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ma’am

November 17, 2009

My uncle takes us to a BBQ restaurant that is open on Sunday and buys us lunch.  I remind Logan to use “sir” and “ma’am.”  This prompts a story from my uncle, who lived in Illinois, California, and Tennessee before settling in Alabama.  His tells how his daughter spent some time with a young lady from another part of the country who was reportedly “so disrespectful!  She never once said ma’am.”  The story sums up the baseline expectations of two different “cultures” (for lack of a better word).  It makes plain the socio-linguistic differences across regions within the US.  We talk these concepts over, and when the waitress brings Logan’s plate, he says “Thank you, ma’am.”

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