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• I am really getting bogged down with all of this political correctness nonsense. How people can be so sensitive to be upset by a word. My father used to say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones (but words will never hurt me)."
• "Well," I said in a little bit of desperation, "I guess I'll just have to call them lady."
• "Not so fast," she said looking at me. "How do you spell lady? The first three letters spell the word 'lad,' and everybody knows a lad is a boy."
• It has been a long time since I have been this frustrated. For the life of me I do not intend to offend anybody if it all possible. I am just getting to the point where I am not sure it is going to be possible not to offend persons of the opposite gender.
• I finally came up with the word I thought would solve all my political correctness dilemma. And I threw it at her. "I will just call them a person." I was proud of my accomplishment.
• Someone, no names will be mentioned, laughed hysterically at me while shaking her head.
• "Buster," she said, "you still don't get it, do you? The word person ends with the word 'son' and everybody knows a son is a male child."

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