When I was a kid, my dad was huge on making me hold doors for people. If we were entering a restaurant or something, he'd tell me to wait and hold the door for people behind us. Many interesting things happend in those times. Some people appreciate it, and thank you. Some people love it so much, that they thank you and assume your position for the next people. Some hate it and will push the door while you're holding it, as if to say, "I could have done that." Others just don't pay attention and don't even notice you.
Sometimes the line of people coming for the door was so long, I often found myself questioning whether I should pass it off to someone else at a point. Or questioning if it was too long to wait for so many people. Sometimes there would be a large gap and I could see someone out in the parking lot coming and wonder, "Should I wait?" And then I realized that it was absurd to even question. An extra 20, 30, or even 60 seconds of waiting on someone was not going to disrupt your day. It was worth it to wait.
My dad never taught me to hold the door for "ladies" or any particular group. I believe that's because he wanted me to be a gentleman to all people. So that's what I did. No matter who was coming to the door, I would wait and let them in first. I still follow this ritual to this day. And I think we all should do the same. My dad was right -- we should be gentlemen or gentle-ladies to all people.
|Dad walking on a California beach with my eldest brother in late 70s or early 80s.|