Maybe it's the culture of Kansas City, or perhaps just our neighborhood.
But today at the grocery store my bread bag had a tear in it so the cashier said, "oh honey, go get another one. No one will want to eat this!"
So I frantically ran to get another bread. And when I got back, a different employee who was holding my bags for me said, "you have a good day sweetie."
I get called honey or sweetie on a daily basis at many businesses and even at work.
And I really, really love it.