Is he serious?
He really had the nerve to just walk by.
He didn’t even say one word.
That’s all I was looking for anyway.
One word.
A simple “Thank you.”
It’s cold and it’s raining and I held the door open for you.
You acknowledged what I did, looked me in the face, and kept walking.
How hard is it to open your mouth, vibrate your vocal cords, and move your lips?
I’m pretty sure it’s easier than holding the door open in the rain for a stranger.
People have such nerve.
It’s one thing if his umbrella was in the way and he didn’t see me.
But he looked me straight in the eye.
The least he could have done was smile.
That way I wouldn’t still be thinking about this.
Now that I think about it.
I’m the one who was holding the umbrella.
His hands were free.
He should have held the door open for me!
I bet he goes home and calls himself a gentleman.
Poser!
Wait.
Maybe he doesn’t speak English.
Maybe he didn’t…
Oh, who am I kidding?
I wish I smacked him the face.
