This, word for word, occurred earlier tonight outside a local Friendly's
--Brad (known for not being particularly tactful)
was outside holding the door open for customers.
Me: Thank you
. (as I passed inside)
: Thank you.
Craig (once we got inside, half-whispering to Deb)
: Way not to say thank you, Deb...
He's a stranger
, why should I say thank you to him holding a door open for me? After all, I'm a girl.
I donno, maybe because it's simply being polite? See how far you get in life expecting things to get done for you just because you're a girl
. So much for equality
, I guess.
Deb got really indignant
and didn't talk to Brad for the rest of the night.