At the old Marvel offices, there was a doorman that women would go out of their way to avoid. One of my assistants would walk all the way around to the back door since he always had something "nice" to say to her.
I avoided him about half the time, depending on my mood.
"Damn, girl, you sure you don't work out?" That was his classic comment to me. Which he repeated dozens of times over the years.
It must be boring to work as a doorman.
Today, at my current office, the doorman (who I've barely spoken to) said:
"If you had an autobiography, I'd spend a hundred dollars to buy it."
I didn't pause.
"It's only $15.95," I yelled back as I boarded the elevator.