So my mother taught me to be polite. To treat others with respect, to hold door open for ladies, etc.
And while I do have to work at it, I can, if I pay attention, resemble a gentleman.
So the other day, I am at the bank, and as I reach the door, shortly behind me come two women, Remembering the lessons momma taught me, I hold the door for the closer one, who looks at me and says"I am perfectly capable of opening a door myself".
Mmmm, okay.
The second woman, older than her, comes up behind both of us and looks at the first one and says"You are a bitch, why can't you be polite? "... went though the door I was still holding (I was kinda in shock to hear another woman call the first one out on her rudeness).... Said to me "thank you" and went into the bank.
I followed her and pulled the door closed in the face of the first one.
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Yep. There are some good ones still out there who will tell the bad ones how it is.
One of the very best things about being me is that I can almost always cropdust on demand.
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