We've all done it... holding the door for someone who's just a little too far away, then watching them half-jog, half-smile their way toward us. It's a small, silly moment, but it says a lot: how far we'll go for politeness, how we bend our bodies for others, how even doors can turn into awkward choreography.
This page is a permanent link to the reply below and its nested replies. See all post replies »