Pumpkin?

The 20-something cashier at Walgreens called me “Pumpkin” today. As in, “Have a great day, Pumpkin!”

The only person who has ever called me “Pumpkin” is my father. And he hasn’t called me “Pumpkin” in at least two decades, even though I resemble a pumpkin more now than I ever have in my life.

I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered. šŸ˜‰

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