34. Opening Doors for Strangers
I was 5 years old and my Grandma had a doctor’s appointment. I was bored to tears sitting in the waiting room all alone. (Mom went into the exam room with my Grandma, dunno why though) Lord knows why I was left alone, but I was. So I started opening the door for people to pass the time. Most people seemed rather appreciative I was doing this.
Until I opened the door for this woman who was probably in her mid-20s. She snapped at me and said something to the effect of “I’m perfectly capable of opening a door myself you little chauvinist.” and walked through a different door.
I was taken aback and didn’t do it again and just sat in my chair crying because I knew I did something wrong but didn’t know what, since I got yelled at. When my Mom got back she wondered why the f*ck I was crying. I told her and she was mad at that woman and explained that some people are just mean like that and encouraged me to open doors again. I also asked her what the word meant. So that was a “fun” thing to learn at that age.