People just love holding doors open. They love going past the door and having to make a massive outstretched effort to maintain it agape. They love doing that little peek over their shoulder to check you've sped up in an effort to relieve them of their self-inflicted twister-stance. And they love receiving that hurried 'cheers' that you have to give them, or else they'll tell all their friends that you're an ungrateful bastard.
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