It’s always the way, isn’t it?
It’s like when you hold the door for someone at maybe the movie theater or someplace, then the next thirteen people brush through as though you were holding the door for them, not one of them bothering to put a hand on it to take the onus off of you. Then you see some nice older person and you figure you’ll hold the stupid door open a little while longer for that li’l ol’ soul who might appreciate it…
and they’re the person who takes the weight of the door off you as thought you’re insulting them by holding it, and lets you rejoin your family who are already across the parking lot waiting at the car and wondering where the hell you’ve been.
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