I don't really like it when people hold the door for me unless I'm carrying shit. I want to walk slowly, but I'd look like a dick if I took my time so I have to speed up. Then I have to open my mouth to utter thank you which is more work. Sometimes as the person in front of me approaches the door, I'll walk slower on purpose so as to fall behind in hopes that they'll opt out of holding the door open for me, but god dammit, they're such gentlemen. I'm like a mile away and they'll still awkwardly hold it for me. Damn this kind persistence.