The Little Things

The Little Things

I just got back to my apartment building Friday evening after going grocery shopping. Obviously, I was looking ridiculously attractive in my sweatpants, henley, and a deerstalker (or as most people call it, my Sherlock hat). The market is a block away from my apartment so I take very obvious liberties in rushing there to grab my groceries. On the way back, I had four very heavy plastic bags in my hands, the kind where they’re so heavy that the handles are cutting into your circulation and the plastic is stretching with every step you take. I rushed back to my apartment, nodded a greeting to the doorman, and luckily an elevator just opened up. I darted inside, and breathed a little sigh. As the door was closing I caught a glimpse of someone rushing to make the elevator and instinctively stuck my foot in the door. As the elevator closed on my foot, I wiggled it a little and managed to hold the door. The girl (and no, it wasn’t her) smiled and walked in.

She said, “I can tell you’re a gentleman, most people don’t do the small things like that. They would’ve just let the doors close.” Continue reading “The Little Things”

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