In awe of the Assistant Manager

I go to the local convenience store . . . gasoline, lottery ticket . . . the usual.

The guy behind the counter:

"Hey there, chief . . . anything else?"

Wow. "Chief". I didn't realize that I had been promoted to the head of a Native American tribe. Quite an honor. Thank you.

Then again, I suppose it beats being called "bud".

Do I even know you? Does the prestigious title of Assistant Manager at a convenience store give you so much power that you feel the need to patronize your customers?

I realize that I'm a big fan of the Washington Redskins, but I'm not sure that makes me a "chief".