I hold the door for both males and females. The males thank me and the females give me a smile. Of course, over the years the smile has regressed from fetching to "What a nice old Grandpa."
Welcome to the club, old man.
Last time I opened the door for a lady was just a few days ago.
Let me set the stage. There's a man standing at the corner of the building focused on his phone, (inside Raley's is a zero bar zone).
I'm approaching the doors from the left past him.
She's texting walking straight to the door.
I arrive a few moments ahead of her and say, "Let me get that door for you."
I waive my hand in front of the automatic door. The door opens. Barely suppressing a laugh, she smiles.
I say. "It loses some of its charm these days."
She cracks up, thanks me, and goes in.
The guy at the building corner guffaws and says "That was great!"