It's a crowded street. You are jostling through the crowd to get to your office in good time. As you elbow your way out, a man approaches you in front and suddenly you step on his well-polished black shoes. You ignore and carry on with your swift pace. Ethics demand that you tell him sorry, but that's never on your mind at the moment. With dissatisfaction, he gazes at you and then shakes his head in sheer disbelief.
You get to the office, eventually and walk passed the receptionist's desk only to find that she isn't around. Quickly, you get to your work desk, take off your coat and rush back to the receptionist's desk. This time you find her, seated. You hurriedly stretch out your hand and...''I'm so sorry. I didn't see you here when I passed by. Sorry for not greeting you, madam.'' Out you burst.