I wore a short-ish (short for me) skirt today, and doors kept getting held open for me.
This was flattering, but also irritating. For one thing, holding the door open is important whether someone is wearing a short-ish plaid skirt or not. Secondly, the days I can't muster the will to organize an outfit are the days I need the door held open most.
So it is now my mission to hold open the door for everyone, especially those who look as if they have just rolled out of bed and forgot to put shoes on.
That is all.

P.S. I also got smiled at a lot more, even though it's raining. Memo: It's not about the skirt, people, it's about the HEART.