Pfft, amateur.
My maternal grandfather was quite a short man, but with a very sharp posture and look, helped by a full head of crew-cut hair, completely white since his 30s.
He worked for years quite close to his house in Florence, but a very large hospital complex was in between.
He had devised the shortest home-work path, which not only went through the hospital complex, but cut through a good number of ambulatories and wards.
Every morning and every evening he went through, and doctors and nurses had started greeting him with “Good morning professor”, some with “Good morning primario” (Chief doctor in a department), and he always answered in tune, with his polite but haughty tone.
According to my mother, first hand witness whenever he brought her along for some reason, this went on for years, in fact, until he changed job.
Same here, just yesterday!
