There's this one really bubbly, always-extra-cheerful girl at work who always calls me "princess". I've never said a word to her about me, I've never dropped any hints, I do my best to keep it hidden at work, but she somehow decided to call me that. So, she comes bouncing in like always, zooms past the security desk to clock in, and then backs up and goes, "Your hair looks WONDERFUL today princess!!!" and shoots off at Mach IV (I swear, she's straight out of a cartoon some days!)...I'd taken extra time before work to ensure that my hair looked a little more feminine than normal, and she picked up on it. It's the little things, yanno?