Best Story of the Week…July, 27 2018

Rushing to the ATM, I hold the door for a woman coming out who stops to stare at me.

I smile. “What’s the matter?”

“I can’t believe you hold the door for me?”

She’s a little Latino woman, probably working for some rich, entitled family…meek, humble, praising God all day for her job.

I know the type well.

They’re the ones who always light candles for you on your birthday.

I say, “We’re supposed to hold the door for each other,” knowing damn right well, it’s a rarity these days.

Just then a construction worker gruffly barks,” Will you two get outta’ my way…I’m late.”

The little Latino lady says, “That’s not nice, just say excuse me why don’t you. What is’a matter with you?”

Imagine a tire stabbed with a cleaver, because this man in his dusty blues deflated, properly put in his place.

I smiled again.

And the meek shall inherit the earth.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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9 Responses to Best Story of the Week…July, 27 2018

  1. How I wish I had seen that deflation!!!

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  2. It’s the little things that make the day better, to be sure. Of course, over here you have people holding the door for you when you’re fifty feet away and you feel like you have to run so they don’t wait too long. 🙂

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    Her reply was perfect, not nasty, but definitely letting him know his manners were missing. I hope you stepped aside, still holding the door, and really made him feel like a doof!

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  4. It really is uncommon these days. I ALWAYS make a fuss when someone, especially a man, holds the door. They leave feeling like a Knight in shining armor and I imagine them going off into the sunset holding doors all across the land.


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