In the wilds of cottage country
On my way up to see Champ, this just happened.
The scene: GC filling a jug of water in a small town grocery store.
Guy, late forties: “Sweetheart, do you want carry out?”
Gritchik, small pause until I realize he doesn’t work there: “No, thank you.” Teeth are gritted.
Guy’s buddy: “She’s little enough you could carry her right outta here.”
General guffawing ensues. Also, I’ve never been called little before.
Moral of the story: Women don’t like this. We feel threatened, not flattered. Just, don’t.