Haven’t you heard? Chivalry is dead.
I hate when someone opens the door for me, or holds the door open for me. I usually try to keep a good enough distance between myself and the person walking in front of me in order to avoid this. Why? Because there’s a 50-50 chance that it will be the wrong door, which is the right door (the door on the right side). When I walk through the right door, I feel like the rest of my day is cursed because I did such a blatantly horrible thing. But how do I avoid it when some kind stranger is opening the door for me? Do I say, “No thank you,” then open the other door myself?
Most of the time it just bothers me for a moment, but I manage to forget about it. Today, however, I couldn’t brush it off. A kind gentleman, who happened to be very good looking, opened the door for me and even led the way out with his hand. I walked through the right door, flashed him a warm smile, and said, “Oh thank you.” Then, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I walked to the parking garage, then down one floor. Halfway down the second floor, I stopped. I jolted back up to ground level, dashed right back inside, and started over. I turned around, faced the double doors, pulled the left door open for myself and walked out. I made everything right again.
So to all the chivalrous men out there: Please do not just go opening doors for people assuming they don’t have a set of superstitions built in them since childhood that they cannot break, thus placing them in a very difficult situation of choosing between being polite or having the rest of their day be cursed. Especially if you are good looking.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
