20 years ago, the office I worked in shared a kitchen with another small firm next door. Rules were simple, and coffee required $0.35 put in the communal kitty. I poured myself a cup of coffee one morning, and offered to pour a couple more cups for the two women who entered behind me. They both looked incredulous, and told me in no uncertain terms they could pour their own coffee. Fast forward a month or so...
I walked up to the front door one morning as one of the two aforementioned women was struggling to haul in a stack of totes on a dolly. I eyeballed my entrance and quickly pulled open the opposing door - ducked right in before she even realized I was there. I let the door close behind me while she uttered some bullshit about a real man holding a door for a "lady". I replied...
"And would you like me to get you a cup of coffee too?" - and watched her face as the dull remembrance of our prior exchange slowly came to her. She quickly averted her eyes and continued her struggles with the door.
The sad part was there was a button she could have pressed to actuate the left doors for handicapped usage. She was obviously handicapped in some non-observable capacity...