Twice. Yes, I made up a word. Please do not confuse sir-ed (my word) with sired, which means procreated.
What I mean is that I was told "Yes, sir" on two recent occassions. And neither were at fine dining establishments, where that would be expected.
One was at the Multicultural Center of the South, where I was shooting a video about making Japanese hina dolls. The girl who sir-ed me was 10, so I guess at 24 I may have looked and seemed like a bona-fide old person.
The more recent one is the disturbing part, though. I was told "Yes, sir" by a college student when I asked if I was in the right auditorium. Maybe she was a freshman, but I really didn't think I looked out of place at the ACLU panel I covered tonight at Centenary. Granted, I had a lap top and was wearing a button-down shirt with khakis while most in attendance were in jeans and T-shirts.
I know this is the South and that we're taught to mind our ma'ams and sirs. I guess I just wasn't ready to be minded myself.