The Dumb List #9: Pet Names
In public, at least, no one on the planet calls anyone Snookums, Sugar Bear, Babelicious, Muffin, and a host of other awful, almost-extinct pet names. But there are still some names that have survived and are in common use around me. Just this past weekend I was called three of these, much to my chagrin.
I was standing at the bar at The Saloon in town, minding my own Pino-O, when a good-looking young man behind me said, “Excuse me, Sweetheart. Can I get past you?” To which I exclaimed, mostly in surprise because I am about 0% sweet, “Sweetheart! Wo-ah!” He just looked at me like I was nuts. Happens.
Then, I got a short email from another strapping young man who addressed me as Darling. Darling? The last person I heard use that term was aspiring to be a true-life Mrs. Howell from Gilligan’s Island. (She did not succeed, by the way.)
Finally, on Sunday night, an older, but still fun, hip, and normal woman kept calling me Hun. Last time I looked in the mirror, I did not look like a member of a marauding, nomadic Asiatic tribe.
I can understand why people would use a generic term of endearment when they forget someone’s name or never knew it in the first place. But why? Just omit the direct reference: “Will you please pass the donut?” Or make up something clever and crafty that suits the person specifically. For example, the hottie in the Saloon could have called me something obvious like “Pine-O sipper” or “hot buns” (sorry- just need to feel like my pilates is paying off) instead of Sweetheart. Or, if he must call people he doesn’t’ know Sweetheart, at least use a Humphrey Bogart accent.
So that chronic pet-namers could have some universally applicable substitutions for the sickly sweet (and inapplicable) names they currently use, I have devised a carefully thought-out list:
“Excuse me, Homo.” (short for homo sapiens, which all humans are)
“Please pass the salt, Masticator.” (unless that person’s jaw is wired shut)
“Hey, you.” (can’t lose with the 2nd person)
“Take me to your leader, Earthling.” (soooo much better than Darling, and true!)
Now you might be thinking, “Surely you can’t be serious.”
I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.



