>At one point yesterday, I had to drop off a package at a client’s office. I’ve been there a few times and the receptionist is quasi-familiar with me. There are always a couple of people milling around the front room whenever I go in there, but usually I barely notice them beyond a body in motion.
This time as I was moving to leave, I noticed a cute guy making his way through the reception area heading my way. I got to the door just before him and he waited to let me pass like a gentleman, but for some reason the door wouldn’t move…probably because I was pulling when I should have been pushing.
Needless to say, I was hesitant to go back to the client’s office later in the afternoon to drop off another package. Not that I was worried the cute guy would be there (my luck just isn’t that good), but that the receptionist would be laughing at me. Hopefully, she will have forgotten by tomorrow.