LATE FOR WORK, I dashed toward my office building. When I got to the door, a man behind me unexpectedly reached over my shoulder and pushed it open. Thrown off-balance, I stumbled inside and fell.
The man helped me up. My embarrassment quickly dissolved when he exclaimed, "Now I know why feminists don't want us to open doors for them!'
--Contributed to "Life In These United States" by Hildegard P Topper