In my father’s world a gentleman always cedes right of way to a lady. He also grants her passage through the shade on a hot day and he walks in the sun if the shade line of the building is only illuminating half of the sidewalk. These rules adjust when here is danger afoot. As a man, my body is used to grease the skids of the sleigh that carries woman forward through time. This is my burden as well as my privilege. I accept it willingly, gladly and with pride that I am entrusted with such an important task.
Any other kind of man is a dud in my father’s world.
“In my father’s world a gentleman always cedes right of way to a lady. “
Your father sounds well raised, but in response to a gentleman ceding the right of way a lady should acknowledge that politeness with a nod or other gesture. They shouldn’t just continue like a juggernaut.