The decline of chivalry and the service industry.
This evening as I was leaving the Senior Center where I teach my class ESL class, I held the door open for the other teacher and one of her students. As I stood there, two girls walked by and one said with honest amazement in her voice, "Wow, they have a doorman for that place!" She was obviously impressed. Briefly, I considered a career as a doorman--the crisp uniform, greeting everyone with a smile and occasionally getting my palm greased with tips. What a low-stress life that must be. Don't worry, for now I'll keep my day job.
At this moment Scott, I am very proud of you!
Posted by
Melinda |
6/06/2006 05:46:00 PM
you have the posture of a doorman.
and where you wearing your jacket with the epaulettes? remember what i said about wearing it and getting mistaken for either a dead russian tzar or a doorman? i guess i was speaking words of wisdom.
Posted by
Ellen |
6/06/2006 10:18:00 PM
Wow, you actually remembered to open a door. I am sooo impressed. You wrote this just for me, didn't you?
MUM
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Anonymous |
7/03/2006 08:58:00 AM
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