Right as I walked into the store on Monday night, a greeter smiled at me behind a plate of plastic cups filled with Sofritas.

A bill glided across the register of the hotel desk, and the greeter promised to attend to the club sandwiches himself.

Yes, sir; her position at that time, so she told us, was that she was a greeter for the city of Fort Worth.

The greeter had acne and a pair of tights that showed off his skinny knock-knees.