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I practice it from time to time. And by that, I mean that I forget to do so most of the time. Like opening doors for gals, I forget to do that all the time. In fact, I'm learning to appreciate having gals open the door for me. There also seems to be this subtle race to the door...
Lately, I've noticed that in the work place, some people don't practice it if it's part of a woman's job. Like this one time I was working in a warehouse, none of the gals want you to lift anything for them, unless it's too heavy for just one person. This one gal in particular, every time she asked me to move a large package (which happened to be the heaviest things I've ever had to lift), it was so hard for her to ask. Like she was asking if she could borrow my car and keep it.
On the other hand, when I was working in the mall, this one gal was recently promoted from secretary to a manager. She saw me pass by the office and asked if I could help her move her effects to her new office. Now all her stuff was in a box that was smaller than a micowave, and it held 2 mugs, a few pens, some hand lotion, and a box of tissue with a pink knitted cover on it. Sure, she could have carried it herself in one hand, but I had a moment, so I "helped" her out.
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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