The Good Ol' Days

This morning I awoke to discover I had slept in over an hour. I also got up and discovered further that there was no hot water in my entire apartment complex. Sure did need a shower.
Awesome.
Dug through my enormous closet to find something FAST to wear. Oh, what's this, cute little striped wrap dress from H & M? Well, hello there! I must have bought you a year ago, and literally worn you like, twice.
Awesome. Tie that thing around me, and I am outta my place like a bat out of hell... Which is apparently the only location to find rapid-paced bats. Or so the legend goes...
Anyway,
As if my fury of a morning at my abode wasn't enough, as soon as I walked into my office I encountered a whole slew of disasters needing dealt with.
As I'm running around, this creepy, I wanna say Vietnamese, custodial/grounds keeper guy just watches me pass. His head was not really moving, but just his eyes. Perhaps it's a sign I watch too much SVU. I immediately start repeating in my head, "PLEASE don't end up dead and raped in a dumpster... PLEASE don't end up dead and raped in a dumpster"...
As I'm almost past him, he hops to his feet and says, "Good Morning, your excellency", as he bowed in half and moved his arm in a circular motion.
..
?
Uh, Como?
I just smiled and nodded and picked up the pace a little bit to where I was going.

Then, just before lunch, I was standing at a desk, and an older customer stopped next to me and just looked me up and down.
I turn my head toward him and give him the Raised-Eyebrow, "What the F do you think you're doing?" look. He slowly starts speaking. "I couldn't help but notice how TALL you are. And.. how.. STATUESQUE you are!"
.
Seriously?

Why all the creepers?
What happened to the good old days of just saying, "Why hello there, complete stranger. You look great today" ?