A Place in the Hierarchy

I pulled up to the fast food restaurant's carry out window. The employee on duty was a man of my generation. After we completed our transaction, my four year old passenger piped up from the back seat "Why did that man call you young lady?"

Uh oh, I thought, here it comes. "What should he call me? Old lady?" I braced myself for the awful truth.

"No, nice lady" she shouted. "You're a nice lady."

Awwww. From the mouths of babes.