Sauntering Vaguely Downward

I had the peculiar experience of being patronised by someone whom I'm guessing was about half my age today.

After I went to the gym, I popped into the associated overpriced coffee franchise to grab some lunch to eat at my desk, because I had forgotten to make my lunch the previous evening.

I brought my items to the till and then remembered I'd forgotten my phone at home as well that morning, so I didn't have my loyalty app thingie.

The person behind the till rang up my items. "Excuse me, sorry, but I forgot my phone. If I get a receipt, can I claim my points later?"

Cashier, whose face had suddenly gone anime-eyed: "Awwww, you're American! Yes, of course you can, my darling."

Me, flustered: "Oh, okay, thank you."

*pause whilst I paid and cashier printed receipt*

Cashier, in a sing-song voice and with a gesture that looked as though it might end with a pat on the head: "Here you go, sweetheart."

Me: "Um, er, thank you?"

And then I ran out of there before she could offer me a lolly, as long as I promised to be a good girl for Mummy for the rest of the day.