I hold doors open for people. Men and women. And if it's a double door situation if a guy holds the first door open for me I always make sure I hold open the second one for him. It seems polite.

I don't know about helping a coat on. Do people really need help putting on coats?

If someone's trying to be polite, I'll assume he or she is trying to... be polite. Sometimes it's awkward, sometimes it's sweet. I've helped men and women with coats, and I've held doors for both. Both have done the same for me. Since I don't have auto locks, I sometimes unlock my passenger's door first, but I don't hang around to close it unless it's my mother or someone for whom it is otherwise awkward.

I get annoyed with people who have no sense of the fact that there are other people in the world and don't seem to know how to practice even basic common courtesy or sense.

Do people really need help putting on coats?

Have you met me?

Sometimes.

Connie - Will will open the car door for me. Even when I'm driving. It kinda bothered me at first, but he likes doing it.

askye - I imagine there are times when it helps someone, but mostly, it's easier to put my own coat on, and probably the same for others. I don't even know why (some of) my friends and family still do it from time to time. It's most definitely not a majority of the time. Kind of random.

Perkins, I wasn't really sure which is why I asked. I've never been much of a coat wearer. I think last year I don't think I ever wore the 1 calf length coat I own.

But that was in Florida, this winter it will be different.

I need to make a rule against people calling me a Nubian queen, btw. It's not that it happens often, but it does make me ballistic. Last time, it was a salesguy, and if he was commission based, he just lost one, because I bolted. How fucking creepy and gender condescending. Or maybe it's just a playa thing. Do gay black guys call each other Nubian kings?

Heh. I kind of get flaily and discombobulated with coat sleeves, so I don't turn down help with my coat. But I don't expect it, not from Tim, not from anyone. (I admit, once in a while I'll say "Boy! My coat!" but that's when I'm feeling sassy. He's just as likely to answer, "What about it?" as he is to help me, so there you are.)

In other news, I just got back from PT. We did Trigger Point Needling. It was a very odd feeling and my shoulder is kinda stiff, which is normal for a day or two. I just hope it calms down before my belt test on Friday.

Huh. I just discovered another bruise. I knew about the one on my sternum (that was the ouchy one on Thursday), but this morning, I saw the one on my right boob that is now turning purple, and just now, I was scratching along my right side and thought "Ow!", lifted up my shirt, and saw a huge purple blotch midway down my torso on the side. They're all in a row, so it's obviously from the seatbelt last Thursday.