Ill-behaved little boys with military haircuts slurp fettuccine while their even littler brothers moan like lowing cows.

That cuss word "ladies" is coming back.

It's 1965 again in Sandy, Utah.

My server says, in a practiced way, "I hope you enjoyed your meal, sir." I nod and tell him, "Thanks bra. It rocked." Everyone within hearing seems confused.