Maybe it's my midwestern parents, maybe its the upbeat, positive attitude where I grew up, or maybe it's because I was just simply raised properly, but I think its pretty standard to get a simple "Thank You" when I hold the door for you.
Since moving to NYC, I don't think I have sneezed without a "bless you" yet every single time I stop to hold the door open for someone, 9 times out of 10, it is not followed with a thank you. It makes me wish that door had slammed you in the face!
My favorite memory was coming out of the elevator bank at my old company followed by some slow moving, older men, presumably partners in the firm. I had my lunch and purse in my hand, yet I stopped and waited to hold the door for these men. Not a SINGLE one uttered any sort of word or noise resembling gratitude.
Mothers and fathers of this great city, please teach your kids proper manners of saying thank you. I don't need to stand outside Grand Central freezing and holding the door for a family of 7, I'm not a porter or valet. I'm just a nice, courteous, concerned citizen who worries about the basic manners escaping this city.
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