The space between.
I work in a regular office building. It is not cool and basket shaped like this building:
Next to my sadly not-a-basket office building, there is a parking garage. I typically park on the bottom floor and climb two floors of stairs to exit ground level and enter the building. From my car to the lobby of the building, I go through two sets of doors.
Often, there’s a person walking behind me- maybe they look like one of these ladies:*
Here’s my question of etiquette- how many feet behind me must a person be for me to hold the door for them? Obviously, if she is either right on my heels or twenty yards back, it’s a no brainer. There’s this kind of sticky in between that I worry about. I’m terrified that if I don’t hold the door for them and they are, say, twelve feet behind me, I’m slamming the door in their face.
My mind races with thoughts of what a terrible person I am. Why do I feel the need to pretend like I’m the CEO of a Fortune 500 company on my way to an earth-shatteringly important meeting? Sheesh. While I berate myself for not holding the door for someone 12-15 paces behind me, I try to increase the space between us. I feel like I’m proving my point. See, Miss Ann Taylor Loft Petites Section, look how far up here I am! Yes, a yard and a half is my normal stride. I have long legs. No, I’m not sweating profusely in an effort to be thirty feet ahead of you by the time we reach the next set of doors!
What do you think? At what point do you not have to hold the door for someone? Be specific. I want to know if I’m an evil superbitch or just someone who doesn’t want to spend five minutes waiting for someone to catch up so I can get the door for them.
My solution? All doors on earth shall be replaced with revolving doors immediately.
*Okay, if you google image search “business women”, this comes up on the first page of results:
Also, is she wearing a Chinese throwing star around her neck? Oy.