Make my Day - Call me Miss

I'm not sure when it happened for the first time. It was gradual, snuck up on me like a mouse tiptoeing by for a piece if cheese. I do know it was dreadful, startling, the beginning of the end. Yes, that's right, I got called "Ma'am". The word rang in my ears I can tell you that - I'm OLD. When did I go from a Miss to a Ma'am? How old do you have to be or look before they call you Ma'am? Miss is gone, traded in for a Mom who looks like a Mom and no one will ask for my ID ever again. Remember when you prayed they wouldn't and now you pray that just one time someone will. Every once in a while someone still calls me Miss - usually when I've got good cleavage going! And to be honest one little Miss can make my day............