He opened the door

In this city, if a man isn’t wearing the right clothes, I suspect something off when he opens the door for people. The same way when I see someone standing behind my car as I struggle to parallel park. “Got any change?” a man asked the moment that I opened my car door when I was younger.

And then I understood. Small acts of kindness were not free. Not to these people who with an entrepreneurial spirit found a way for financial success.

As I wandered into the Metreon, a man was racing back and forth to open the doors as people approached. He opened the middle right door as I approached. But out of discomfort, I darted to the far right and grasped a handle at the last minute to open my door. Despite the fact that his door was closing upon me.

I couldn’t trust him.

Behind me, I scanned the unsuspecting pedestrians. A woman with a stroller nodded gratefully. But that was all as more young people poured into the Metreon to watch movies.

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