People used to call me ‘son’ or ‘young man’ or ‘pet’ (in the north). Then they started calling me ‘mate’ in the street, ‘sir’ in the posher shops.
I was once even addressed as ‘geezer’ by a tattooed Cockney in Gran Canaria.
But today, a young man called me ‘governor’. Governor? What next? Old boy? Old stick? Grandad?