A few days ago I went to buy a shirt at a store called Troelstrup in Copenhagen. I had never shopped there before. Staff was fiendly. Everything was fine. The gift-wrapping was really nice.
Carrying the gift-box and my Brompton folding-bike on my way out a member of the staff rushed towards the door and opened it for me.
Outside the shop I stopped and looked at the door. I simply couldn’t recall the last time a shop-assistant had opened the door for me. Thanks Troelstrup. I smiled all the way home. And I’ll be back.
