Dear Darling

I'm an 80's baby.

I grew up being called darling by my Daddy with the occasional Aunt or Grandparent chiming in with a sweetie, love or honey. They are words reserved for family, people comforting a child and anyone over the age of 50. I'll sometimes even accept it from a close friend.

There is almost a right of passage to use one of these words. However, the conditions of use were some how blurred in the late 90's and have unfortunately since been lost, never to been found again.


I have started to wonder if the ability to use a term of endearment is written as a prerequisite on fast food job descriptions...Must be able to say "just go to the waiting bay hun, thanks love!" And there goes my desire for the big bun of badness I just ordered.

You don't need to call me anything. I don't need a name and you don't need to randomly throw me one of the many words you have slaughtered due to overuse.

Is it possible that I have taken an early turn into Cranky Land or is my right to pass peacefully through drive thru with a "Thank you have a nice day full stop the end nothing further to say" too much to ask?

I'm in my thirties and I still call my Dad; Daddy. I do it for the sole reason that I know it grates on him and I get to enjoy the explosion that occurs after my perfectly executed sentence is complete. Could the teenage twerp be the same? Is there some hidden camera that can see me roll my eyes, pretend to gag at my husband, slap my head multiple times saying "WHY?" Are they laughing hysterically at the other end or collecting on the five buck bet that darl can be used 300 times a day?

Never the less the question remains. How do I make it end? I could order and say "I'll have that with no darl and hold the hun thanks", I could spend 10 minutes discussing my concerns while the line continues to build behind me or I could grin and bare it, role my eyes and slap my head on regular occasions. Oh the thought of the last one is just too much!

Maybe I could just write a post called Dear Darling and hope just one person in the fast food world reads it and starts a chain reaction of manners instead.

So Dear Darling, if you are reading this please.... No darl and hold the hun!


Thanks!