Chivalry is not dead.

I parked the car.  It was the first in the lot.  When I opened the door, three inches of freshly fallen powdery snow were at my feet.  The snow around my parking spot and all the way to the loading dock door was pristine.  It was too good to pass up.  I put on my hat, dropped my bag and sat my ass down in the snow.  I lay back, arms and legs outspread and revelled in snow angel creation.

I had risen and was dusting myself off when the loading dock door opened.  It was Riley, one of the dancers from the show.  He’s about 16.

“Are you okay?!?”  True concern on his face.  “I saw you on your back in the snow…”

A few days previously, Riley had seen me in the midst of a sugar crash in the green room.  He probably thought I’d passed out.  He’d come to check on me.

I let out a bark of laughter.  I was still brushing snow off my jeans.  “No… Nope.  Just making a snow angel…  But it gives me such joy to discover that chivalry is not dead.  Thanks for checking up on me.”