“Welcome back, Mr. Whitlock,” the hotel host greeted me as Lori and I returned from an evening out. I looked down to see if I had a nametag on my shirt. Almost feeling like a celebrity, I whispered to Lori as we got on the elevator,
“How did he know my name?”
It’s nice to be welcomed back.
And when someone knows who we are and can even call us by name, like the host at the hotel did to me, it makes us feel even more special.