Are You Grandma?
The cabinet guy came by the other day to fix a few cabinet doors. Since the owners (my employers) were asleep, I answered the door, baby in arm. The guy does his little spiel about how he tried calling, etc., and I said, “c’mon in. I know they’ll be glad you’re here.” He looks at me and asks, “are you Grandma?”
WTF?!
I don’t have that much gray hair. And I’m freakin’ three years younger than the homeowner. Granted, had my life been different, had my children’s lives been different, I could be a grandmother. But I’m not. I think, too, it’s just a shitty question to ask someone. Especially a woman.
I told him, “No, I’m the nanny.”
Him: “Same thing.”
Oh, dude. You are so wrong. So very, very wrong. So totally, horribly, terribly wrong.
His words cut me. Deeply. I wanted to hurt him.
This was worse than the first time someone called me ma’am.
Am I Grandma? What kinda shit is that?
I don’t care how old a woman is…never ask her that. Let her offer the info. Otherwise, she may be offering to cut off the family jewels.
Very inappropriate. Especially the “Same thing” comment.
Comment by Retired Navy CPO — 2012/04/06 @ 06:56
Oh, my. That was unconscionably rude. You are NOT ‘grandma-like’ in any way, shape or form. Nope.
Comment by pam — 2012/04/06 @ 17:18
well I do occasionally walked hunched over, but not all the time. And not in front of him. He was so close to being offered a time-share for his family jewels in a vice grip.
So glad y’all saw it as rude, too.
Comment by Da Goddess — 2012/04/06 @ 23:31