We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Around here in the hustings, if one, well moi, goes to a certain very nice zip code hardware store accompanied by a man over 70, the clerk calls him "chief," and carries the heavy stuff to the car. I always found this charming, to say nothing of deferential to the older man. Neither my current beau, nor my late husband, both spectacular of intellect and silver o' hair, dislike(d) this or felt any need to be OFFENDED or even comment on it.