Friday Mar 28, 2003
I was in a Russian specialty food market looking for a hearty bread.
I went to pay at the cash register, which was near the front door.
As the clerk was putting my bread in a bag and getting my change, an elderly black man and a much younger big Russian fellow arrived at the door at the same moment.
The older man held the door open so the younger could enter the shop.
The Russian man said in a half joking manner and in a heavy accent: “Oh, you are holding door for me because you are doorman?”
Without missing a beat, the smart black man said: “No. I’m holding the door for you because I am a gentleman.”