At work there is a set of moderately heavy doors outside the parking garage. I routinely have to up my stride because someone is holding the door for me, and thus I have to hustle, because I am weak and lame, and such is the social contract: make the lame run.
Recently a woman saw me coming, and instead of holding the door for me, she hit the automated door opener for both of us.
I was floored.
“Oh, that is genius.” I said. “I’m doing that every time I want to hold the door open for someone.” (This is a lie. I never hold the door open for anyone.)
“I know, right?” she said. “You aren’t inconveniencing anyone, and if the door shuts you can’t take it personally.”
I might just loiter in the garage so I can use the automatic door opener in order to standardize this practice.