I just did something very terrible – again.
A very nice lady called to see if I possibly have a cottage for her family. We chatted, she told me that she read this blog and that she fell in love with our place. Of course I love hearing that and I started to like her even more and then she said “we’re in the area on August 5, 6 and 7″… And I, because I didn’t know her name, blurt out “Oh no, sweatpea…”
I felt like this complete country bumpkin, you know what I mean. The ones that call you “darlin’ ” and “sweety” and other cute names like that, without ever having seen the other person before in their life.
Here is to hoping she doesn’t mind or that she didn’t have a good phone connection – one or the other but with my luck, I am sure she did 😳
This faux pas would have never happened had I known her name. I have always used these kinds of terms of endearment – Toots, Pippi, Buubby, Sally Sunshine, Shweetlips, Shnookums, etc. – for people that I know.
Maybe it wasn’t the big deal I am making it now? Ok, somebody please put me at ease 😆