Last evening on the way home from the office, I dropped by the Home Depot just off Okeechobee Road, near LeJeune. (Over the weekend I discovered the world's greatest garage shelf as I researched the problem on the internet and bought one Sunday afternoon at HD. It was on sale for $10 less than shown on HD's web page, and it worked out so well, I went back to buy another.) I was dressed in my lawyer's uniform, but left the suit jacket in the car.
At HD there is a security guard at the exit door to check one's receipt against the merchandise he is carrying out. The security guard waiting as I approached the exit was a woman. "¡Hola, Caballero!" I was a little taken aback - not Señor, but Caballero - but recovered in time to say, "¡Señora, hola a usted!" When she checked the receipt she said, "Buenas Noches," and so did I. Not a word of English.
The gray hair, the white shirt and tie: I am entitled not only to courtesy but also to deference at HD. I love the Latin culture in Miami.