Fashions change

I’ve spoken to one of the older chaps at work a fair few times lately. He’s a lovely chap, one of the real Old Guard who still hang around in the workplace; doing the job they’ve done for the last forty years, where they started out with pencil and paper and now try to get to grips with computers. He wandered down to the IT area last night, introduced himself, trying to catch me before I disappeared for the night. He stuck out a hand, so as you do, I returned mine to be shaken.

Instead of a handshake, my hand was kissed! I haven’t run into that old-fashioned sort of courtliness in years.

It was sweet. He’s a nice chap.

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