First, let me compliment you; chivalry clearly is not dead. It does, however, seem to need a lesson in common sense. While I appreciate your courtesy in permitting the ladies on the elevator to exit first, when you and your buddy stand there blocking the elevator doors (while ostensibly holding them open for us), thereby requiring all the ladies to squeeeeeze past your manly selves to escape that steel box into the open, clear air of the building lobby, any pleasure we may feel in the courtesy of being permitted to exit first is dampened, somewhat, by the fact that we can’t get past you to get out.
A hint: go ahead and exit the elevator door first, rather than blocking it. To demonstrate your chivalrous intentions, stand to the side of the elevator door, holding your hand by the door to prevent it from closing. Now, we all know that the doors are motion sensitive, and that the movement of the ladies as they exit the car will prevent the doors from closing, but we will permit this little fiction of your strong, manly hand being the only thing between us and the sudden death caused by the precipitous closing of the elevator door. It is, after all, these little fictions that help keep chivalry alive.
When you have mastered the elevator, we will discuss your enrollment in Advanced Chivalry: The Revolving Door.
Lord Ashtar, so noted. But one point, if I may: by stepping out of our way, you can get both a frontal and a backal view. A twofer, if you will. I’m just saying.
