Something about it bugs me. I don’t know what it is in the gesture, maybe an archaic indication of inferiority, a ‘ladies first’ sort of thing. Maybe an indignant I really can handle the door on my own. Maybe a feeling that nobody should be inconveniencing themselves at my expense, however small their gesture. A look over the shoulder and a pop to keep the door open is what I do, and all that I’d expect from anyone else. It’s not like I ignore that someone is right there behind me or don’t watch out for other people. Every once in a while I’ll even wait a second for a stranger who isn’t right behind, but a few seconds. Even then holding the door as they walk through is just too much for me, I’ll let go and move on to allow their passage over the threshold.
But whenever someone holds the door for me (today it was a certain biologist super-blogger), provided that it’s a double door (common in chilly minnesota), I’ll hold the second door for them. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but there’s always a ‘take that’ smirk on my face. Just desserts. I’ll show you and your all too polite ways.
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Kjell,
Thanks for the link to Pharyngula. I find his blog delightful.
How curious that I should find out about it because he held a door for you!
— Ralph Dec 11, 05:02 AM #