Okay, here's my "first time I got ma'am'ed" story...
I was waiting in an abnormally long line for my breakfast omlette (they were training a new griddle cook, and he couldn't hack it.) A more experienced cook took over, and the line sped up a bit.
I wasn't trying to act like anything in particular, and I was dressed in a polo shirt (but from Lane Bryant,) and khaki chinos.
"What would you like, ma'am?" he asked me...
I tried not to react or look surprised/pleased. In the best female resonance I could muster at the moment, I answered, "Could I have an omlette with onions, mushrooms, and cheese, please?", as if this was the normal, everyday occurance I hope it will become.
"Uh, what was that again -- sir?" he asked.
DAMN!!!
But the moment was there, and I'm smiling as I write this!
Karen