
“Refill, Honey?”
The waitress couldn’t have been more than 22.
“Sure.”
“There you go, Dearie.” She patted his shoulder. “Your food’ll be right out.”
A deep wood sprang up just past the flower boxes, not a car in sight.
“Two pancakes and bacon, Hon. Enjoy!”
The maple syrup was real without him asking.
He ate to the gentle buzz of conversation.
“Need another refill, Love?” Her warm smile seemed genuine.
That last meal in Manhattan came back in all of its gory detail, the rude faces, Jan’s anger.
“Sure.” He returned her smile.
Sipping coffee, he thought, “Perhaps I’ll stay.”
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Word count = 100
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A few days ago I had a conversation with someone about how it seems that every waitress in every diner, no matter her age, seems to call every male over 20 “Hon”, “Honey” or “Dearie”. She had a few theories, which I won’t repeat, but my comment was about how odd it sometimes felt in the “me too” era. Actually, I always felt it was odd, but worse now! But perhaps they are right, perhaps it does make some people feel at home.
Sounds familiar… I think I’ve been there.
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Yep, I know I have
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Guys aren’t the only ones who get called “Hon.” And you’re right, it isn’t PC but it sure does make one feel at home. I’m guessing anyplace would feel homey compared to NYC. Good ending to your story.
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Yeah, I’ve heard women called “Hon”, but if any females besides old ladies or young girls are called “Deary”, it seems a little strange ;) I know it is to make people feel welcome, but it seems odd if you don’t eat in those places often, and I’m sure it would sound really odd to someone who has only eaten at upscale, NYC restaurants!
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I think I’d do a double-take if a waitress called me “hon” or “dearie”!
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It is a little odd, but it is the norm in the American diner… I would do a double-take if I heard a waitress use those terms in any other setting, particularly an upscale restaurant!
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Now, of course, I want the back story!
I’ve always enjoyed the “hon, dearie,” etc. of waitresses in smaller establishments where much of the clientele gather regularly. Never felt it was condescending, but rather endearing.
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I agree that the intention of those pet terms are to make people feel at home, but it can feel odd, particularly in regions were it is very far from the norm (New England). Even in NE, if an older lady uses those terms, it doesn’t seem too off, but when a 20 year old does… Anyway, thinking of the homey, down to earth feelings those terms are supposed to bring out, I don’t know the main character’s back story, but he obviously got that vibe, which he missed while living in the city – it made him feel welcome and comfortable, which is, I’m sure, how it was meant.
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You. mentioned the age thing. I can get away with saying things now, at age 73, that would have been poorly received at 23. And it’s fun :)
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lol, I’m sure. Sure both that you can get away with it and that it is fun ;)
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I employed many waitresses during my years in the trade, but don’t recall hearing them using such familiar terms. You’ve got me wondering what my reaction would have been if they had!
Here’s mine!
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I think it is something that only happens in American diners. A diner is a small, family owned place that serves inexpensive breakfast, though occasionally lunch, and yet there is a big difference between a small family owned breakfast restaurant or cafe and a diner. I think if a waitress talked like this in a normal restaurant, she would not last very long…
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American style diners are popping up all over the UK now, there’s one close to me that does just breckie and lunch. I’m meeting my daughter there next week – I’ll be interested to see if the informally has been imported too!
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Let me know if you get a “Hon” or “Dear” when you eat there.
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Ah, the country life, such a slowered paced rat race.
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It is a much slower pace, and sometimes people can better savor life, spending time just sipping coffee and watching life go by.
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This is a good story! I like the sweetness of his current situation juxtaposed against his previous. As for the “hon’s”, some people just talk like that. They don’t mean anything but people will point to all kinds of things. It feels like a hostile environment anymore. When you say “hon,” it doesn’t mean someone wants your body (or anything else)!
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Thanks. I do hear people using those terms, but most of the time in a diner setting. I don’t think most people see those terms as sexual, but sometimes it feels odd. OK, I will say a little of what my friend thought – she was saying that those terms are a holdover from old fashioned gender roles (a lot more than that, but simple version). I think that in some ways it is trying to put people at ease, as if you are having breakfast at a friends house instead at a restaurant. It just seems odd to people who don’t hear it often…
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There are areas where that ‘hun’ and ‘dearie’ are more in your face than others. I’ve always felt is so very weird, personally and can’t imagine myself ever doing so!
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There are places where it is more in your face, but it is surprising where I hear it, like even some diners on Cape Cod. I used to think it was a generational thing, but then I heard those 22 year olds using “Hun” and “Dearie” and, well, cultural? Diner Culture? Whatever, it is odd.
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Under 65, they should not be allowed to use hun and dearie!! Just sayin’… it feels all kinds of wrong ;-)
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I agree. Well, some places in the deep south it might work, though even there just no most of the time.
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I hear ya!
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A very nice slice of life, to go with the coffee!
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Thanks, Resa. There is just something about the way people talk in a diner that only a few words can take you there.
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I thought it was just me, Hon.
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lol, I think diner talk is universal, at least in the US.
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This fascinated me! I wouldn’t dream of addressing anyone like that at any age. :)
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It is odd, and I think it occurs in every diner, but only in diners. They even made fun of it in Star Wars (the second movie of the prequels had a robot waitress in a diner calling Obi Wan “hun”).
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I enjoyed this piece, Trent. Lovely and upbeat.
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Thanks, Robbie, I’m glad you enjoyed it :)
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Tips? Perhaps just being pleasant. An offer for something else? He did decide to stay.
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These days it is so much a cliche that I think they tell all new waitresses that they have to use those terms… I do think the roots of it are to make it a pleasant experience. He is staying in the region where people are friendly, and perhaps even seem to be a bit flirtatious, instead of going back to what he saw as the coldness of the city.
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You may be onto something!
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Nice one, Trent.
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Thanks, Penny.
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Sounds like the ideal place to stay in, leave the past behind and gather stock of life before making any decisions. I’m absolutely fine with Hon or Honey or Dearie, it’s just a friendly term and I wouldn’t read anything more into it than that. Perhaps I’m old-fashioned!
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Life is very different in the country than the city, and no place shows it more than a diner! Those names aren’t really bad, they just seem out of sync with the rest of the world. I think the only place you hear them is either between couples (terms of endearment) or at diners…
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A good story, and I love your comments. I used to frequent a little British place up around Dayton years ago… Back when my main means of walking was with a walker, and the horrid scars on my face were still bright red angry and ugly as sin. I pretty much felt like crap all the time back then. But I would go into that store at least once a week and have “tea” with the owners. The elderly husband always called me “love”… I tell you, just hearing that word was the icing to my favorite cake. His lovely wife would always call me ‘bonnie lass’. We would sip tea, a different one each week, and nibble on Lorne Doones (my fave shortbread) soaked in milk to be soft pudding like ( I was still on a liquid diet with jaws wired shut at time). Ahhh, thank you for that memory, Trent.
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Sounds like a very nice couple :) I’m sure it really helped your frame of mind at the time. Thanks for sharing :) Glad I could help bring back memories of these people.
“Love” is another of the names I forgot. I might go back and change the story so the second “Honey” is “Love”.
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Dear Trent,
A much larger story masterfully told in a hundred words. Good job!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle!
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