Every Man For Himself

On the way into Starbuck's this week there was a woman heading out with one arm in a sling and the other hand carrying a coffee. I held the door open for her and another man that was in front of her. As I was waiting for them to exit, another woman charged around me from behind, through the door I was holding, and right up to the counter, leaving the rest of us looking at each other in stunned silence. If looks could kill does not begin to describe the look on my face as I made my way to the counter. As I came up behind the woman, she turned around and said "You go ahead, you were here first". There just might be hope yet.