A student and I walked to the chicken place together for lunch. I got to the door first and opened it for him. He said, “Oh no! I’m supposed to do that for you!”
When we got our food, he insisted on carrying it all because, “My mama didn’t raise me to let a woman carry shit, not when I’m around to do it.”
My friends, chivalry is not dead. Chivalry is 14 years old.