There is a kind man at work who always greets—and chats with— the janitors, listens patiently to anyone who addresses him, and in a gentle, non-creepy way says things like, “Hello there pretty lady” to the women whom he passes in the hall.
On another note, today I found out that accidentally lint-rolling your hair really hurts.
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agreed. i still am flattered when older gentlemen open up doors for me. i love it.
I know! There's always appreciation for a true gentleman.
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