“Hey there, young fella!” said a middle-aged man to me as I sat there patiently waiting for sk and a friend of ours to join me at a table. I’m neither young nor a “fella.” What’s my response? Probably the most un-butch high-pitched “oh, hello” that ever passed my lips. This scenario happened to me a couple of months ago, the incident is still referenced and laughed about. See, this is the kind of thing that happens when I’m asked to hold seats at an event. I guess I should be happy that no grandma has tried to pinch my cheeks.