In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Kindness of Strangers.”
I held the heavy metal door for the middle age man to walk through, because I know my manners. “Thank You,” he said. The man continued to the following set of doors holding them open for me to pass, I guess to return the favor. I walked through. “You’re welcome!” He said sternly. I looked behind my shoulders and shrugged. I assume he wanted me to be kind. Who said I was a kind stranger anyways?