|When chivalry reigned|
As I bounded (yes, I said bounded because I could not have been more excited to take my leave) out of the office this afternoon, it was raining. Leaving at the same time as me was a woman carrying a large box of files. As we approached the door, I moved to open the door for her and was shot a rather icy glare. Um...okay. So at the next door, I decided to ignore the earlier frostiness and held the door. This now put us outside. Said woman began the ballet of balancing her big box o'files as she tried to extract an umbrella from her purse, which, by the way, was about the size of a body bag. I asked her if she'd like me to hold the box for her. Her reaction was a curt "No!" And with that, I was on my way and she was left to her own devices.
The last I checked, and, please correct me if I'm wrong, I do not look like JoJo, the Dog-Faced Boy, nor do I resemble your garden variety purse snatcher. Holy crap, people, I'm a grandfather! My intent to offer assistance was genuine. She was having none of it. This isn't the first time I've run into this, hence my sense that chivalry is DOA. That's kind of a bummer.