Fifteen years ago (or so) I was living in Stephenville, Texas while working on a Master's Degree. I had a roommate, who also happened to be one of my best friends. He, in turn, was dating a local girl - or a localish girl, anyway.
Got all that? Good.
At one point, the two of us decided to drop by the drug store where his girlfriend was working. The idea was to collect her just as she was getting off work, and then go out for something to eat. Which was how we happened to be standing in the drug store, waiting in front of the counter, when she got off work and came out.
At this point we each dramatically flung an arm up into the air in front of us, rolled our hands rather grandly down in front of us, and bowed as she went past. We were still staring at the floor when I heard a little girl's voice from somewhere off behind us:
"They bowed to her, Mommy. Is she a princess?"
...At which point we straightened up and followed her out of the store, as loyal retainers should.
It's perfectly possible to go through life without being randomly whimsical; it's just that it doesn't sound like anywhere near as much fun.