The Blind Date

“I…was just being polite,” I replied, a little stunned at this turn of the conversation. “Oh, I know,” she said with a small smile. “I know you meant well, and don’t worry, I’m not offended.” She chuckled. “You see, where I used to live, almost no one does it. I keep forgetting that it’s still done in other parts of the country.” Quirky. “All right,” I said, not quite sure of what to do next, “would…you like to open the door?” She laughed again. “Okay, now you’re just being patronizing.” “Ah. So…how do we get inside the restaurant without offending anybody?” “You’re funny.”