A woman walks into a massive door. OUCH.

Man opens door. Man doesn't see there is a woman behind him. Woman walks to the door. Door hits woman. OUCH.

There's more to my admiration for good ol blue eyes aside from his mafia ties and late night drinking fests. :) Taken from a Frank Sinatra quote from The Way You Wear Your Hat by Bill Zehme (favorite Sinatra book of mine):

Since I first began to notice the difference between men and women, which was somewhere around the time of my first birthday, women have sometimes been referred to as BROADS, CHICKS, SKIRTS, BABY, HONEY, and SWEETHEART. A woman's reaction to those words depends a great deal on how they are spoken and in what context. To me, they are all LADIES.

I may sound old-fashioned, but I want to think all my women should be treated like I want my wife, daughters, and granddaughters to be treated. I notice today that good manners-like standing up when a woman enters the room, helping a woman on with her coat, letting her enter an elevator first, taking her arm to cross the street-are sometimes considered unnecessary or a throwback. THESE ARE HABITS I COULD NEVER BREAK, NOR WOULD I WANT TO. I realize today a lot more women are taking care of themselves than in the past. But no woman is offended by politeness.

-Woman is still in pain. (and still has to go to work) Man continues living on to be the most rudest guy in the world. The End.