It took me the whole 4 years I was in college to learn to accept the "yes ma'am"s and wait for doors to opened so as not to step on anyone's toes. I'm a Yankee, from a long line of Yankees and before that I'm sure we were farmers somewhere that got just as dirty as I seem to get on any given day in the summer. I clean up nicely, but really, it's much easier for me to just be dirty and sweaty and for you to just accept that this is the way you will usually find me during the warmer months.
So, imagine my surprise when I was irritated in the following situation. I did a lia sophia jewelry show for a girl today. I did one at this same house about a month ago and had the same reaction, so I don't know why I was surprised. It takes 2 trips for me to get into the house with all of my stuff. One load entails one of those square carts on wheels that you can put things in. This is great when I'm wheeling it down a driveway but when I have to bring it up stairs and into a house, it can be a pain. So, as I entered, the husband was sitting on the couch. We exchanged hellos and he sat there as I made trip #1 with my bags. Mind you, I was wearing heels and looking decent. The second trip required a lot of stopping, lifting, carrying that cart. Banging through the door. And there he sat. Not ONE lick of interest in helping me. Not holding the door. Not moving the cart, nothing. And on the way out, same thing. There I go, struggling away, and there he sits, watching. Or not even watching, who knows. Just holding the door open would have been an acceptable gesture. Yes, I could do it myself. Anyone could. But helping me by holding the door or taking the cart would not have insulted me. Maybe saying something like "Let me get that for you, Precious, you're too delicate to carry that" might have insulted me. But letting me come crashing through your house, titling on heels all the while? What a jerk.
I could almost say "give me those southern boys anyday." Where's Rhett Butler when I need him? But I know what would happen. They would all descend on me as I pulled into the driveway, they'd open my car door, carry in all of my things and then insist that they set it all up for me. And that would be too much.
But holding a door open? Please.