When I'm in a shop and see people approach its door I rush forward
and open it, this is not to be polite but I was a doorman at a posh
hotel for 25 years. I also opened taxi doors for guests and had an umbrella
ready if it rained to shield from too much reality.
A posh hotel is an artificial place everyone is polite to a guest and
the staff mingling with the posh tend to take on an air of superiority
when not working, which doesn't go down well with the kitchen staff.
My wife tells me to stop opening doors for all and sundry, but what
can I do? If you train a dog to give paw, you can't untrain it.
25 years as a doorman, the rich gave me a few shillings, now I get
glances from women who think I'm patronizing them.