So not a "mam"

This morning I interviewed a new person for our college's director of development. Two minutes into the conversation, I had already decided she'd be great for the college and great for me. She's young, spunky, motivated, and super organized. She reminds me a little of me at her age. Then, she called me "mam." Seriously? I cannot have a 25ish grown woman calling me mam! I was definitely the hipper of the two of us in my gray Banana Republic sweater dress and gray reptile print platform heels. What gives? She's currently a fundraiser for the Boy Scouts, so maybe I can just chalk this up to ingrained good manners.

But I'm not even sure I'm buying that.