As the years race by, I’ve noticed that more and more store clerks have taken to addressing me as “sir” when I sidle up to the counter to pay for my purchases. Is this their way of saying that my white hair and serious demeanor give me a professorial appearance that warrants respect? Or that I’m so obviously in my dotage that pity mandates a false show of deference? I'd like to believe it's the former, but I'm still sufficiently lucid to suspect that it's the latter.
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