a conundrum

Before today, nobody's called me honey since 1982 when I was arriving from a job interview and as I was getting out a yellow taxi in Anchorage, the landlord, a lady in her fifties with her hair up in a bun and native to the Midwest came to greet me and as she helped me out of the cab she said "honey your coatstail is stained from the dirty snow". 

It was confusing to me then as it was this morning to be called honey. 

Nobody's called me honey since 1982 even though honey is just another word for my given name. Having been given such a sweet name at birth has caused me to defy it and made me bitter for having to do so.

It isn't even politically correct today.

Yet, I did not correct the person who casually worked honey into a sentence addressing me. It made me think of all the times I should have been whispered with a heavy breath honey into my ear while thrusts caused a perfect conundrum to be in.