Rant: On Patronization

After patronizing me for about 20 minutes this afternoon (on the intricacies of buying a car between Delaware, Virginia, and Pennsylvania and Washington, DC), a lawyer to whom I'd asked a very simple question about vehicle power of attorney called me 18. I am not 18; I am nearly 25. This is approximately the 5th time I've been called 18 since July. Then he laughed it off as being a compliment. What he did not understand is that he was a jerk and that I am not, in fact, complimented by being called a teenager.