My husband opens the car door for me. I can obviously open my own door, but I like that he does it. He was well brought up. :)
I am an Oklahoma boy. Once I was in LA for business. I was in a crowded elevator and saw a woman running to catch it before the door closed. I hit the “open door” button. Everyone on the elevator groaned. It occurred to me that LA would be a sucky place to live.