Once I was in the hospital for a routine surgery, and was there for a week or so. On about my second day, a young man pushing a cart full of magazines and toiletries came into my room and stood by my bed with perfect posture, his hands folded neatly in front of him. He asked, “Would you like a magazine?” “Sure,” I answered. He started listing magazines in alphabetical order. “We have Allure, Better Homes and Gardens, Consumer Reports . . .” “I’ll take an Allure,” I said. “Okay, would you like the September or October edition?” I noted that I would like the October edition. He handed it to me, then walked out of the room and down the hall pushing his cart.