The rudest thing EVER, in my opinion, is not thanking somebody for holding the door for you. Second rudest, not holding the door for them. At school, next-to-nobody acknowledges the fact that you held the door for them. And it really just gets on my last nerve. Especially since, it's always a huge group. I'll hold the door for anybody, if I see them coming (there are a few who I don't see, and I always feel badly that I didn't hold the door for them), but 99% of the time, it's groups of at least seven people. I'm not your personal attendant, my job isn't to hold the door for you. I do it because it's polite, and I'd want somebody to hold the door for me. Now, I don't expect a huge flowery Shakespearean speech. (note: I would marry anybody who gave me one for holding the door.) However, a nod, smile, or, Dios forbid, a "thank you" would be nice. So, if you're reading this, next time you see anybody, hold the door for them!
Once, I walked down to the library. I, all 5 feet 1.5 inches of myself, was carrying my turtle-like backpack, had a jacket, my purse, my binder, papers, and a pen in my hands. I got to the door the same time as three guys. Three, at least six foot guys, who were carrying NOTHING. NOTHING! They had a good foot, and fifty pounds on me! And were TOTALLY. UNLADEN. Actually, they got there a few seconds before me. Still, we got there. They stood on the other side, and waited for me to open the door for them. Then, they barreled through. I did not get a single acknowledgement for holding the door. Not a thank you, not a smile, nothing. They acted like I owed it to them. Well, guess what? You're going to want a sandwich later. AND I'M NOT MAKING YOU A SANDWICH! So you can STARVE, FOO!
I don't need men to carry my stuff, or help me over puddles, or battle dragons for me. I can open my own doors, but it's just nice to open a door for somebody. Anybody! And everybody! So, if you are reading this, you better open doors for people. Or I will hunt you down and hurt you! Then, you will have to follow me around for a week, and open every. single. door. Every one. Just for being a jerk. And, if you don't read this, I'm subliminally messaging you, telling you to open doors for people! Because it's rude not to.
Once, I walked down to the library. I, all 5 feet 1.5 inches of myself, was carrying my turtle-like backpack, had a jacket, my purse, my binder, papers, and a pen in my hands. I got to the door the same time as three guys. Three, at least six foot guys, who were carrying NOTHING. NOTHING! They had a good foot, and fifty pounds on me! And were TOTALLY. UNLADEN. Actually, they got there a few seconds before me. Still, we got there. They stood on the other side, and waited for me to open the door for them. Then, they barreled through. I did not get a single acknowledgement for holding the door. Not a thank you, not a smile, nothing. They acted like I owed it to them. Well, guess what? You're going to want a sandwich later. AND I'M NOT MAKING YOU A SANDWICH! So you can STARVE, FOO!
I don't need men to carry my stuff, or help me over puddles, or battle dragons for me. I can open my own doors, but it's just nice to open a door for somebody. Anybody! And everybody! So, if you are reading this, you better open doors for people. Or I will hunt you down and hurt you! Then, you will have to follow me around for a week, and open every. single. door. Every one. Just for being a jerk. And, if you don't read this, I'm subliminally messaging you, telling you to open doors for people! Because it's rude not to.
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