Where I live, everyone is “dude” unless they tell you they don’t like being called that. Male, female, non-binary, adult, child – all dude. That bagel you dropped on the floor? Dude. The fact that you dropped the bagel? Also dude. It’s all-encompassing.
I presumed that’s just the line he happened to open the door on. Like they started before Christmas and it’s such a long song that they’re still not done.
THANK YOU. I get it, language changes, blah blah blah I make that point frequently but calling a photo taken by someone else a “selfie” still drives me nuts.
And those are neither oak nor maple leaves, despite what the mice say.