Most mornings, on my way down the hill to the station, I pass a gentleman walking back up. An elderly gentleman in his eighties, possibly even nineties.
I always wish him a good morning and, in response, he returns the greeting, gives me a twinkly-eyed grin and doffs his flat cap.
This brief interaction and act of – I’m not even sure what to call it – politeness, chivalry, manners, a bygone era, or perhaps mischievousness (well, he does still have that twinkle), makes me smile without fail. In fact, it can keep me smiling throughout my entire commute and well into the morning.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s the little things that count… and that more gentlemen should wear hats.