I was recently leaving my doctor’s office...A set of double doors at the top of concrete steps led down to the parking lot...An old black fella was working slowly to get to the top steps...He had a cane in one hand was was holding onto the rail with the other one...
I saw him thru the doors and when I departed I held the one door open for him...He made it to the doors and instead of going thru the door I was holding open, he went to the other door and struggled to get it open and then walked thru...
As he was going thru the other door, I just chuckled out loud and said, ‘whatever’...
“He made it to the doors and instead of going thru the door I was holding open, he went to the other door and struggled to get it open and then walked thru...”
I’m a cynical person, but I have to give him the benefit of the doubt that it might have been the “handicapped” thing instead of a black thing.