Today, a guy who I have a harmless crush on saw me walking to the vending machine. (He's not my type, I think I would start to hate him if we were dating instead of just occasional chatters, we're both married, and I absolutely cannot picture any alternate universe where either of us would make the first move to even have lunch. So definitely, nothing will ever happen. We don't even flirt.)

To get to the vending machines, I can walk down one corridor, go through a door, turn left, and go through another door. This is the path I take TO the vending machines. Or I can turn left before the corridor, walk straight down another corridor, and only go through one door. That's the route I take BACK from the machines.

So anyway, he noticed this weird route and questioned it. I told him I don't really know why, but that it would probably have driven my grandparents crazy. They had a weird superstition (sorry, I've never heard about it before, but maybe it's not unusual) that you have to leave the house through the same door you came in. All my life growing up, as they were leaving my house, they'd ask each other "which door did we come in." Until I was an adult, I thought they were just making sure to get anything they dumped by the front door.

After explaining this to my co-worker, he smiled with his whole face, eyes lit up, and very nicely said "you're so cute."

So it wasn't in a flirty way, and not about my looks, more that I'm an amusing little ditz, but in a friendly way. And yet it made my whole day. How sad is that? :-)