there's still one gentleman left in the city...

if you've been to the burger king in civic center you know it sees it's fair share of less than desirable clientele. but today there was at least one guy there that was surely raised right by his mama.

we were both headed to the exit and he stepped in front of me, not to be a jerk and exit first, but to open the door. surprised, i smiled and thanked him.

i'm sure this type of thing happens often. i'm sure in the south it happens every time a woman walks through a door. but why did it stick out in my mind so much? was it the neighborhood? venue? the fact that men rarely hold the door open for me? (except keeks, thanks to his militant gentelmanly ways.)

it's not even a big thing. he held the door open for me. big whoop. it's not like i can't do it. it's not like i expect it to be done for me. i've lived the greater part of my life hating everyone and believing that, quite simply, people suck. but there was something in that small gesture that made an otherwise unbearable day not so damn soul-sucking. i'm not recording an album or on the set of the new ricky gervais comedy, but at least for that moment i wasn't invisible.

so thank you fine sir in the yellow snow jacket. thanks for inspiring this post.