Flashback Friday: “I’ll Bet You’re A Gentleman!”
Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
A few weeks ago I was walking into a gas station because I heard the pitiful screams of a candy bar asking to be rescued and then eaten. Just a few steps ahead of me was a woman in her early 50’s. As she got to the door she stopped, turned around, and with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen said, “I’ll bet you’re a gentleman!”
Of course, that was my signal to catch up to her and grab the door and let her go in, which I was happy to do. But that comment has stayed with me. Why in the world did she label me as a gentleman? Is it something she says to all the guys? Is she a bigger germophobe than I am and wanted somebody else to touch the funky gas station door handle? Was my deep south upbringing shining through and she just knew that I was a guy who says, “Yes ma’am,” “No sir,” and “Please pass the grits.”?
