called out.

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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