Yesterday I dropped off a prescription at my neighborhood Walgreens drive-through. I had never ordered this particular prescription so I had to ask the pharmacy tech to clarify a few things for me, which he did.

At the end of our conversation the pharmacy guy said, “you got it, Boss!”

As we drove away, my friend Stacey (who was in the car with me) and I proceeded to have a whole conversation about people throwing out undeserved nicknames like “boss” and how there’s usually something undeniably condescending about their use, regardless of intent.

When I went back the next day to pick up my order, the same kid was there and he called me “boss” again, so I aimed at him with my finger pistol and said, “Right back atcha, Chief.”

(That’ll show him!)

Except then he responded with, “Oh, thanks…I’m 1/4 Cherokee.”

What could I do?

So I killed him dead.

Now I’m on the lam. But it was sooo worth it.

Don’t call me Boss.