That's me. I started hearing that 10 years ago when working at a funeral home in New Mexico. It is said with respect, I'm treated well, but when my co-workers first start addressing me that way I wasn't sure how I felt about it. It made me feel old, and clearly marked me as from a different generation than the majority. Now I feel I understand it, there is such a age difference between myself and my associates they feel comfortable adding the "Mr." as opposed to the familiar "Scott". So, I now answer to "Mr. Scott". I better get used to it.
Speaking of hearing, I'm havin' a helluva time hearing clearly while working in the kitchen. Some timers I don' t hear at all, and others I cannot determine which oven/machine is emitting it. This has created some problems, once Russian Andrew walks up to me and says, "Do you hear something?" "No" I replied, "thats the problem!" another time I asked the manager Candace how to tell which fryer was beeping, she says, "Just turn off the one you hear", and I had to explain that I could not distinguish which of the four timers was going off. Oy vey.
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