“How are you guys doing? I’m your waiter, Daryn. What can I get for you? Drinks?” A few years ago “you guys” seemed so discordant to my ears that when the waiter returned with the question, “Are you guys ready to order?”, instead of taking a long drink of my Dewar’s whiskey, I grumbled, “Does my wife look like a guy?” Daryn tried to stifle his inclination to look at me as if I was from outer space. As we ordered from the strange menu of the Rain Forest Restaurant at Disney World in Florida, I wondered if this was a part of “DisneySpeak.” Though the food was on par with the linguistic standards, I thoroughly enjoyed the rain forest theme, but “you guys” stayed with me.
Paul Elovitz (Wed,) studied this question.