She held the door open for us and you looked to me, waiting for my move inside so you could follow. That wasn’t going to happen because I was waiting for you to go and even made the “after you” motion with my hand. You slyly countered with a verbal “no, after you”. I shook my head. I would be going in last at whatever the cost because I was a man full of respect, tact and undying will. The woman holding the door smiled. You smiled. I smiled. None of us moved.