I passed!

This week my voice has been moving from sounding like an injured penguin on Tuesday to a flatulent goose on Wednesday. Today it's decided to sound like a love-sick moose, so I took it out for a spin at lunchtime.
I was stood in a queue in the supermarket waiting to pay for my goods, and I noticed that the (elderly, male) cashier kept referring to the female customer in front of me as 'madam'. I hate it when cashiers call their customers 'sir' or 'madam' because historically they've always automatically misgendered me, so I thought 'here we go, he'll be 'madaming' me all the way through the transaction'. So to stop him from doing that, I
moose-called got in there first by saying 'Hiya' to him as deeply as I could.
It worked a treat. He treated me completely differently than the female customer before me, and he called me 'sir' all the way through the transaction.
Woohoo!