The worst is when people call me "sir," I hate that title. Once at a restaurant in San Diego (I was having a bad day, to be fair) I snapped at an overdressed waiter "do I look like royalty to you?" He just sort of stammered trying to find a way to say nicely that I didn't, obviously afraid that any answer would be bad. So he, in a bout of bravery he asked what I would prefer to be called. I scrambled for an answer and came up with "dude." My bouts of radical republicanism are best kept to myself and the internet, I think.