"I'm beginning to feel like a Princess... everyone holding doors open for me." Ok. For the record, I didn't say that. Someone at work said it earlier today.
I was going home just after 3:00 p.m., and I stopped to check the employee bulletin boards when I heard the upstairs door open and one of the older fellas (older than I am, at least) stood there and held the door open for some seconds. I assumed he was holding it open for a woman who might be following him, but to my surprise around the corner came one of our handsomer young men of the Lumber, Building Materials and Millwork department. I don't know why I did it, but I too stopped and, as "Chet" walked down the stairs, I held the lower door open for him. As he started to walk through, he turned to me, smiled, and said "I'm beginning to feel like a Princess..." and the rest of it you've already read at the beginning. Kind of makes me wonder about Chet. Should I wonder? Hmmmm.... What do you think?