The King, a/k/a the Doorman

The first year of the Kemper Open at Congressional, I was a young attorney and member of a local Chamber of Commerce.  The chanber of commerce sponsored a hospitality suite in the clubhouse to welcome golfers and dignitaries.  Late for my volunteer shift in the suite, I walked up to the clubhouse door in quite a hurry.  A man in fromt of me heard me coming, stepped aside and opened the door for me to rush on in.  The man was Arnold Palmer.  I stammered a thank you and went in, feeling that I should have bowed down to the King, who served as my doorman.