I notice it more and more as I get older, plus I think I maybe look a little older than I am due to growing up on a farm and getting lots of sun damage before I knew it was A Bad Thing To Do.
It doesn't bother me really, I just notice it happening more and more. If I were called "old guy" or something though, now that would piss me off.
Up until about five years ago I deluded myself into thinking that the cashiers were flirting with me or something I suppose, maybe 'cause of those biking muscles in my calves or all of the upper body workouts I do making a real difference or something...
But eventually I had to face the sad fact and accept that no; that wasn't it - it was just that I look about the age of their fathers.
I get lots of "honeys" and "dears" up here in upstate NY - both from natives as well as the large transplanted population (big military base).
Yesterday when I bought a new bike the young woman who sold it to me tried to help me lift it into the back of the SUV. I felt like I must look decrepit or something but really I understand that was just respect, I kinda laughed to myself and politely told her thanks but I didn't need help.
It's hard not to get bugged sometimes when people are a bit...overly helpful due to ageism though.
A month ago, I was at Tractor Supply buying two large bags of dog food, I think they are twenty pounds each and I had them in a cart. No big deal. But the cashier kept asking if I needed help getting them out and into the car (as well as throwing in lots of honey's and dear's).
It's not like I shuffle around or limp or act like I can't move well or something, and it started to get annoying and after around seven times I was plenty annoyed as I finally finished cashing out.
As I'm rolling the cart away and almost threw the doorway she asked again if she could get someone to help me out, I know that I shouldn't have gotten quite as peeved but I was. It was excessive. I routinely do "The Farmer's Walk" with thirty or forty pounds in each hand, sometimes more, so I shook my head, reached in the cart, grabbed a bag in each hand and lifted them out of the cart, gave the cart a little kick to send it in the general direction of the parked carts and carried the bags out to my car. I kinda laughed at myself afterwards - but at least I didn't have to take the cart back inside the store since they don't have any cart return thingies and you always have to run it back or just leave it in the parking lot.